Last night I turned off my lamp to go to sleep and awakened into a different world. There was a large party going on at "my house" (which didn't resemble my house at all). I knew that my "dad" was running an undercover brothel and I was his latest sale. There were a bunch of young, thin, girls who would be "sleeping over", but I knew that once the party guests left the men would arrive to claim their purchases. I saw people begin to leave and I felt desperate to escape. It seemed that whereever I was, my dad happened to be also. I kept praying that God would show me a way out. I thought about how he warned Joseph in a dream to take Jesus to Egypt to escape death. I determined that God could warn me too and show me where to go to escape rape. My "mom" helped me to hide by a lake near our house. She said that her being a wife to my dad was merely a facade, that he would just beat her. She didn't say much more, but I understood; she was trapped but had no way to escape. I felt safe by the water and knew that no one would come for me that night. I also felt an overwhelming feeling of fear and dread, knowing that this was my home. Where would I go tomorrow? Could I run and hide every day and night? Hopelessness filled my soul. Then I woke up.

My "mom" and "dad" in my dream did not look anything like my real mom and dad; they were merely representations of a mother and father figure. I was so relieved to wake up from this nightmare, but I also felt sad, because thousands of women are trapped in my nightmare, but they cannot wake up. Lord, was this a glimpse into that world so I would have better understanding? Be near to every girl who cannot wake up.