You you called it a dream.
Better yet: You said I was the one to take your hand and put it over my panties and moved.
I was sexually harassed while asleep, and even then it’s all about me.
Even at that situation, it’s probably “I reacted”, “I followed”, and “I enjoyed”.
Even though I clearly stated before it that there are set limits, that sleeping in the same bed does not mean sex. That sleeping in the same bed does not mean intimate contact.
And you promised over and over, how considerate you are, how we will take it slow with what I’m uncomfortable about, and how it’s enough to just be with me. We are not even together, why are you lying like this?
I know exactly what it was. I know exactly how conscious you were, and I know exactly what I’ve told you before throughout the days.
You heard it all, but listened to whatever suited you.
“Her thighs are sensitive, her ass is sensitive, she said so herself -” so that you don’t go over the limits, but you didn’t care.
“She said she wants to first have more casual relationship, that there are steps to take before I get her in bed, but she invited me, I just agreed” - because you knew exactly what a sleeping person can do - nothing.
I felt the weird sensation, that on one hand tells me it’s a red light, tells me I should stop him, and push him away, but on the other hand, my body tells me to react first, finish first, enjoy first and then push away.
I’m glad I did.
You sexually harassed me, fully aware, that I asked you not to, that I was asleep, that I couldn’t say “no”, and you used it for your disgusting satisfaction. Once you could, you said it was a dream, and said I initiated it.
“It wasn’t rape”, “don’t call yourself a victim”, “why are you even crying?”
I am, and because it would be if I didn’t stop him.
I was sexually harassed, and when you say “I had this weird dream” and I say “It wasn’t” all you say is “oh.” and don’t apologize, I break inside even more.
You don’t regret it, you had fun, it was “just a dream” for you.
But what about me?