He says that he is there to fix their relationship and then talks about moving in and starts making himself at home
I think at this point I start going through possible options of how I could react to this happening
I picture the submissive option of letting it happen
I picture the direct aggressive opposition(s), including attacking him (defending our home) with a baseball bat and other weapons
I picture the legal option in calling the cops to have them force him to leave
They all seem to lead to the same/a similar final outcome, where the ex-boyfriend sends around 3 or 4 "tough guys" to try stand over us
I somehow adjust the situation, being forced in his favour, to be forced in our favour, so that when a outcome is pushed/forced upon us that a group of men will show up at our house to stand-over us, I am aware it's going to happen and I am ready for it
There are flashes amongst all this of them mocking my Father and Mother and their ability to buy their first house when they first started a family. It was as if they were saying they had no option but to concede, or, without them they would never have anything. In my mind that is even more reason to resist. It's cause to fight to the point of violence if necessary
So ... When all the big "tough guys" walk into our house to try stand over us, I am ready
As soon as 4 or 5 of them walk in, double that of my friends walks in the door behind them, trapping them inside
Somehow the numbers become even
Some of my friends that walk in are first off, some of the biggest men you've ever seen
Then, it feels like I 'toned it down' a little and settled for slightly smaller men who I knew would fight no matter what
It was as if I decided i didn't need 'that much' backup and very literally decreased the size of my squad to make it a little more fair
A friend of mine nicknamed 'Animal' that I used to work with as a bouncer/security guard was amongst them
A friend of mine named Dannie who runs his own Krav Maga dojo was amongst them
My group of friends all picked one of the tough guys each and started fighting
I told them that they only condition was, they couldn't go easy on them. They needed to hurt them all badly enough to teach them a lesson, so they don't come back
I approach the last of the tough guys not already fighting and ask him what his name is before I start fighting him
He says his name is Jack. I don't think this is his real name, it felt like this was just a name he picked to cover up his real identity
"Bad choice of name" I said to him and attack him
Something happens here where the moment I go to attack him, I'm disabled from doing so
Even though they were the aggressors that caused this situation, I'm being prevented from attacking to fight back ...
Inside my own house
I'm confused at to what is happening ... How it's possible
Some type of tentacle is coming out of Jacks hand and is stabbing me in the stomach. Him entering my chest is somehow linking into my spine and is being used to control me
This is how he's preventing me from attacking to fight back
He seems amused at what is happening, as if he has control over everything, by controlling me
Others around me that are my friends also become concerned and for a moment seem to want to attack him and help me ...
To stop what he is doing
But I somehow subconsciously tell them you hold back and not to
They hang around him, behind him as if they are ready to attack and want to, but I don't want them to, and so, they don't
I feel more concerned for Jack than anything at this point, as if I can't believe he would do this
I can't believe he would be so stupid
I am so concerned that I become conscious on a higher level
I feels like I become conscious on a higher dimensional plane of reality ...
One that involves a different, more knowledgeable version of myself ...
One that needs me to become physically awake and aware in a sense beyond what I should be in a dream
In order to get the importance of what I'm about to say across to Jack
Because he smugly thinks he's in control, but he has no idea how awful the consequences are of that he's doing
Whatever it is, must be bad, because I dislike him and yet I feel honestly concerned for him, by what he is doing ...
Like he has no idea what he is doing, or how badly it will turn out for him
"Stop what you are doing right now" I say to him "or your spine will be severed in 2 days"
He keeps on doing what he is doing, digging his tentacle into the front of my chest through my stomach, so that I can feel it in my spine, while my friends circle him like Lions waiting to pounce
"Stop it, or you'll break your back in 2 days from now" I repeat, more seriously
I wake up here and can still feel the pressure on my spine from the inside
Whoever or whatever it is, they ignored me
'Jack' honestly think he is in control, through using me ...
To use me against me
He's in for a rude shock in 2 days from now
He should have listened when he was told to 'stop what he's doing'
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