2:43 AM.

 I awoke suddenly this morning after a nightmare.

I was apparently on a trip. My little sister had accompanied me and it was just us. We were in a part of New York we had never been to - a very small-town portion of it - parted at a small auto-shop that seemed to also serve as a gas-station and the home of the proprietor.

We were fueling-up and picking up some small snacks, as we usually do when we're on long trips together. While pouring gas, the owner of the store approached me. He was a charming, casual guy but something about him made me immediately distrustful.

He asked me if I were familiar with the town and immediately and somewhat derisively I said I infact were, so that he wouldn't be obliged to stay around me and tell me about the town. My bid to lose him failed because he stuck around talking about Vespa motor-scooters with my sister.

He said, "Basically, you just slap an engine under a regular scooter," and was showing her one that he had in the shop, and the various switches and buttons on it, and how it had under-seat storage, which he thought she would like as a trendy girl who shops a lot.

She was surprisingly sold on the idea; I had tried to get a Vespa several years ago and she'd told me it were a stupid idea, so in my dream I was quite impressed with his ability to change her opinion on them. We got back in the car and she asked me to take a picture for her. Apparently, she had a page of homework she was supposed to have mailed-in for school and she wanted to send a picture to show she'd completed it.

I had packed my camera, but no memory-card was in it.

Sometime between realizing that, the man from the auto-shop offered to help her with it. I was thankful because she was starting to panic and cry. He asked to take a picture of her holding a sheet of paper that read "MOM" on it so that my mother wouldn't "wouldn't think she were receiving mail from a creep," and then he beckoned her into the shop and I moved to follow when a man caught the hood of the hooded sweater I was wearing and pulled very hard, pinwheeling me backward and hefting me over his shoulder.

He had a very deep voice and he explained that the store-owner was going to rape my sister. "It's jus' a little child labor," he joked, in exchange for the favor with the homework. He also explained that the picture of her holding the sign that said "MOM" was actually going to be used as a ransom note.

I thought he was going to throw me into a tool-closet or a shop-room, but the man took me into his room. He claimed to have known me from Online, and had a lot of pornography pulled up in his browser, which he said was for "setting the mood." He made it very clear he intended to rape me as a consolation prize. I began to panic. I tried to appeal to him.

I said "You have to let me go, that's my sister, she needs help," and "Please don't do this."

After I said, "Please don't do this," he laughed and closed the porn in his browser, saying "Alright - we'll skip the movie, then." and he pinned me beneath himself. I abruptly woke up at 2:43 AM.