Dream About Sexual Assault And School Nightmare

I was hosting a party and people were parring off to go to bed. My husband was there and they were all distracted. My next door neighbor in the dorm pushed me down and was trying to sexually assault me. I froze but kept saying stop. He was trying to penetrate my vagina and got closer every time my stop got louder every time. Finally my husband heard me from the party and ran and grabbed the young man off me. The man ran away. My husband was upset because he thought I had let it happen and betrayed him. I found and RA and reported the guy. We were in college and he was a freshman on the football team. He denied it and I spread the story as far as I could to protect myself. And then I woke up. I was teaching and it was near the end of the year. I taught second grade but my students were high schoolers. My principal was the same as the one I have currently at my real job. I looked into my closet and saw about 20 people silently staring at me. They were naked and looked unclean. I was so freaked out and scared. They begged for water. I threw water bottles at them and closed the door and walked away. Later science teachers looked at them and said something about them looking like the were turtles consumed by babies but they were people. This part didn’t make any sense. I forgot about the people. Later in the day class was ending and I remembered the people. I moved students out of my room and called the principal immediately. They weren’t sending people to my room so I went into the hallway and grabbed assusntant principals and hall monitors from my real job. I was so afraid I left the room without my phone or any belongings. I ask to see the cameras. We see a crew in the middle of the night cleaning and doing things illegally and grabbing fake gloves and nearly getting electrocuted and holding electricity in their hands with the gloves. The video confirms that I did not put the people in my closet. I found my favorite assistant principal from my actual job and told her to go look in my room and bring back my stuff. She was astounded when I saw her in the hallway. The next thing I know I’m in a classroom in the school. There are dressed in a princess style with layers. I’m with my mother and Jennifer Coolidge and a random man. They women decide to put on the dresses to feel beautiful. This is very unlike my mother and more characteristic of something I would do. I didn’t participate. The man encouraged them. I believe I was tired so I laid on the bed. Next thing I know the three of them are having a threesome. There is some unidentified dark liquid that the women drink. Some of it gets on me. I begin to masterbate. The women are laying motionless on the bed and the man isn’t making any noise. I am covered with a sheet with my jeans unbuttoned. Suddenly I see two students at the glass window on the wooden door peering inside. The see me and say “I hope you didn’t participate Mrs. Shortes”. I recognize one of the students as a student in my real classes. I try to secretly button my pants as they look away. I get up and exit the room as they try to close the door. The students look disappointed in me. A security guard rushes in and tells me that the women and man are dead. I am surprised and thought they were asleep. Suddenly they start gathering evidence from the room and there is a bag with my vibrator in it. I am explain that I am innocent and beg the security guard to test the dna and bodies while on my knees and crying exclaiming that I am innocent and if they just check the dna they will know. I am notified that there was a loaf of bread on the bed and my dna and the man’s dna is on it. The bread was explained to me to be sacrilegious as I had an orgasm touching it which went against Christianity. I explained that I didn’t know and I would never do something satanic and sacrilegious because my husband was a pastor. (He is a youth pastor professionally in real life). The substance is identified as chamoy a Mexican treat. I do not eat chamoy in my real life and didn’t in the dream either. I explain that I never touched the chamoy and they should check the finger prints on it. I mentally assume that there must have been poison in the chamoy and that I was either supposed to die with them or was being framed to lose my job. They let me go and I walk to the front of the school. Suddenly I am in the hallway leading to the lunch room near the front office and there are choir risers out front and a bookshelf next to it covered with donations. The donations are chips and bottles of chamoy. Parents and families suddenly rush through as if it’s a school event like open house. The shelf is filled with more supplies. I look at the self and notice a paper in the middle saving the donations are in honor of two male students that might be dead? I recognized the boys as students that last year (aka in a recent dream from the past month or two ) were eating at my desk that I asked to exit more room and eat their lunch elsewhere. They got extremely upset with me at the time. Suddenly I fall the the floor and am sitting against the wall. A man helps me up and someone passing by next to him hands him a bottle of chamoy as if to hand to me. The man then tries to hand me the bottle as he helps Me stand up and I say no to the bottle. Then I look around and see that about a quarter of the crowd is holding that same bottle. They clear out as I run to the assistant principal I saw before. I try to explain to her my theory that this is all connected and linked to the boys on the poster on the donation self but as we look the shelf and donations are gone. She doesn’t believe me. I climb on top of a cafeteria table screaming and begging for someone to listen to me and help me. They move the children away from me. I walk outside and there are police waiting for me. They tell me to stop, put my hands over my head, and back up towards them slowly. I comply. They cuff me and place me in a bus with 6-8 rows of 10 people across mostly officers. I start to explain everything I have seen and tell them that it’s all connected. They heckle me the entire time and do not believe my claims until a radio comes through on one of their walkie talkies. The radio says that the events my all be connected as an organization trying to frame me. The police finally listen to my theory and I explain more. I worry that if I tell them too much it will seem like I did it and this was my mastermind plan. In real life I have autism and adhd so I tend to see patterns before others and can occasionally get myself in trouble or just am generally disbelieved because people don’t see the connections like I do. The pattern starts to come together and I wake up.