ehowton ◾ Home Invasion of Sorts (Reply)

Dreamed I lived in a rather large, modern house with Cassie and Dorian, Tony and Jessica, and my two children. The house was adorned with all the photographs I'd taken of everyone, and we were, the seven of us, quite happy all living together. One day, while standing in the are between the living room and kitchen, I noticed one of the pillars in the house which had photographs handing on all four sides, one of the pictures had been replaced with a full-color photograph of my penis. I was even more alarmed when I realized my daughter could turn around at any moment and see it, so I carefully walked her away from the pillar until I could address how it came to be displayed.

When I got back over there after my conversation, I realized quite a few of the pictures had been replaced, many interspersed with inappropriate photos I had taken of Cassie during a private shoot. Curious now, I checked my professional webpage. Sure enough, many of the pictures on that site had been replaced with photographs of Cassie and I engaged in sexual acts never meant for public display. Even more interesting, I could not delete them. My first thought was this was a virus which was randomly shuffling photographs from my personal collection and posting them online while simultaneously changing file permissions. I turned to a friend of ours who had been staying with us - a charming, attractive lady who was obliquely interested in my but with whom I had no interest because I was with Cass. She sat down adjacent me as I started going through low-level deletion outside the app, but not only was this not working, it was making it worse. Much worse. I felt a lot of this was due to her not allowing me to concentrate. Every time I got close to figuring out the virus and how to stop it, she would interrupt me, or point out something inconsequential as the solution. By this point very nearly all the photos on my professional web page were now displaying private, erotic acts Cassie and I had engaged in, and there was no way I'd be able to hide this from getting out. I turned to our friend to ask her to stop distracting me, but she was gone. And so was my $4000 laptop, without which I had no access to the server which hosted the webpage.

Suddenly piecing together previous interactions along with wondering who she was really, and what was she doing here, I grew suspicious of her presence here and had convinced myself she'd stolen the laptop both for the dollar value she could get from it through resale, and to hinder my progress with the virus I was sure she was responsible for in the first place. I stood up to alert the house of my findings when I was stopped by someone new - a large, armed man who introduced himself, telling me he was hired by the friend to stem the fallout this virus was causing. That said, he continually kept me from accessing her so I fled, and took a circuitous route to get to her. When I finally found her, I discovered my laptop with her, and she was no longer the sweet lady who was interested in me - no, she wanted to fight me for the laptop. Turns out I didn't know her at all. That's when the armed man showed back up. They were in cahoots. I assessed the situation - as I was not armed - and fled, while calling the cops.

The police showed up and basically raided the house, handcuffing everyone to gain control over the situation before they started their interrogation. I was sitting with the kids and Tony as the cops grew nearer to us - they'd already handcuffed everyone else. I sat down on the floor, legs outstretched and arms flat on my legs in the most non-threatening pose I could think of. I didn't want to get shot. A team of four turned the corner, flashlights on us, and each cop took one of us to cuff us. Only...I got the rookie. She was trying to do it by the book, but once I stood up her getting my arms behind my back while trying to maintain control looked more like a tango; we were doing all these arm and leg interlinking movements in slow motion, as if in an erotic dance. She started touching me rather inappropriately. While initially shocked, I realized as long as I didn't protest, I would stay out of the uncomfortable handcuffs that much longer, so let her continue, as we slowly tangoed.

Eventually everyone in the house was cuffed and separated into two groups so the cops could get each side of the story. Thankfully my arresting officer was taking very good care of me, and even breaking protocol by filling me in on what the other group was saying against us. It was during this time that Tony, handcuffed next to me, blamed everything on my infidelity by engaging in an illicit affair with Cass. I was both hurt and saddened. He had zero understanding of the nature of my relationship with Dorian, and would not listen to arguments that it was at her behest I pursued Cass. All he could see was the infidelity, and blamed me solely for this embarrassing interruption to our otherwise perfect lives.

I discovered why my arresting officer was feeding me information from the interrogation - she believed me, but the other cops were buying the armed man's story and were getting ready to release him. Fearing the worst, she uncuffed us all so we could react if things turned South, and South they turned. Upon releasing the armed man, he starting shooting and killing the officers and making his way toward us. I sent the entire group away so I could concentrate on a strategy in which I would be able to not only disarm him without any weapons of my own, but to then gain the upper hand to overtake him and the girl with which he was in cahoots. I knew this was going to take a lot of brain power and I had to first observe.

In the end, I was successful, but everything had already changed and there was no going back to the way it had been.