my second world.

the red and gold room

I am in a room, elegant red drapes and golden swirly wall paper. There is a clock on the wall, very big perhaps a metre long each side; It was black and looked like a garden clock.
I hear
something perhaps scuttling up the drain pipe, I look out of my window and I am surprised as someone kisses me. I withdraw myself and look to see who it is. Peter kisses me again and brushes my hair behind my ears in a seductive way, I pull him into the room by the arms. I begin kissing him back and resting on his shoulder; I am about to say something but he silences me.
The dream
skips, I am lying on my bed crying; tears streaming down my face. I have a dressing gown on- I look up and my dad is standing above me adjusting his belt.

I have never told anyone this dream; It really effected me.