Catching a child molester

This is probably one of the strangest dreams I've had in recent memory, if not ever.

It started with me as an observer viewing a scene in a park. There was a little girl on a swing with a much older man who was her father. The girl was not wearing any knickers. I won't elaborate on this part of the dream because it's pretty messed up and I would much rather forget it. All I will say, however is that the man was hovering around the child and behaving in a very inappropriate manner.

The dream then changed and I was standing with the same little girl on a street that I actually recognise from my neighbourhood. Her dad, the man with her before on the swing stood a few yards away in the distance across the road. I was speaking to the child, who was between 7 - 10yrs old. Even though this sick fuck had clearly been abusing this girl, she seemed strangely attached to him all the same. I was trying to take this girl to safety (i.e. get her away from him) but she wanted him to come with us. It took some persuasion, but I was eventually able to get her to leave him and come with me.

I told the girl I would take her to the beach (which is odd given that it was night time). We walked through the neighbourhood streets and she told me that if we were going to the beach, she needed suitable attire. She told me she had a skimpy bikini and asked me (quite flirtatiously) if I wanted to see her in it. I told her that I did not and that such behaviour was not appropriate for a child, to which she seemed surprised, almost as though she had become so used to her abuse that she thought it was normal. She was very precocious and that unsettled me. I then produced a more modest leotard and told her she could put it on later. She was almost disappointed.

We got lost on our way to the beach and ended up at an abandoned industrial estate. It was night, but some of the lights were on in the buildings and surrounding area. We walked into a large open plan building and then heard a sound of ringing bells and the girl panicked. I asked her what was wrong and she said that the bell sound was the ringtone on her father's phone, which meant he was nearby and had followed us. By this point, her attitude had changed and she was more afraid of her father, so I told her to hide in one of the nearby rooms whilst I waited behind a nearby table piled high with car parts. If her abusive dad was approaching, I was going to wait for him. I picked up a brick to use as a weapon against him.

Just then, someone came crashing through the door and, thinking it was her father, I stood up with holding the brick only to be confronted by police. I immediately threw up my hands in surrender and said "It's OK, the girl is over there!" pointing to the room she'd run into. One of the police shot at me anyway, but I ducked and dodged the bullet, and he was reprimanded by his colleagues (there were about 5 of them). I then looked behind me and saw the girl's father; he looked a bit like that Fritzl guy who was arrested for locking up his daughter as a sex slave recently and had that same cold, leering expression. The cops chased him and I threw the brick I was holding at this monster, but it missed. The police eventually caught him and hauled him back into the room. They had him on the ground and one of them held a metal hook to his jugular. Unfortunately, he was able to struggle free. Whilst this was happening, the other police had found the girl.

All of a sudden, there were only 4 people int the room; me, the paedo and two cops who circled him pointing their guns but did little else.The man threw a large heavy weight at me, but I managed to catch it. He then picked up a leaden block and started licking and rubbing it, saying he was trying to give himself lead poisoning. He was muttering to himself and I could see he was clearly mad. He grinned and leered maniacally. He threw the lead block at me, but I dodged it and the cops continued to circle him. He then picked up a transparent polygonal object he called a "Luftwaffe" (as in the German plane). He carressed it and then threw it at me. It bounced off my left shoulder. He said this object had pain enhancing properties and would now intensify any pain I received to that part of my body. He also said that by caressing the object, pain was enhanced for him as well but he didn't mind, and that pain only mattered to people who "valued the innocence of children" (he was referring to me). I had a large, unweildy metal object in my hand at this point and tried to strike him with it, but kept on missing. As I did, it struck the ground, sending a painful jarring sensation up my left arm. The cops kept on circling, but made no attempt to apprehend this monster whatsoever. Fat lot of good they were.

Anyway, the man now sat in the centre of the room in front of a table with a large, purple A3 sheet with a picture of 3 little girls which looked as though it had been drawn by children itself. He seemd taken by this picture. The girls in the picture had names above their heads. I remember seeing the names Becky and Candy. I struck the picture with the pole, tearing a hole into it and the man started to shriek in terror. I then realised this was his weakness and told the cops to help me tear up the picture. They rushed over to assist as the man started flapping and screaming hysterically. Then I woke up.


On hindsight, this dream was actually fairly easy to interpret and came about with the help of this post here. As the poster correctly surmised about me, I have always been sensitive to issues of this nature. Whenever I hear about such things, I seem to empathise deeply with the victims. I have always been this way and I do not know why. The symbolism of being struck on the left shoulder, which pertains to the left side/right brain/emotional side also makes perfect sense as does the weight thrown at me which symbolises the way these kind of events seem to burden my soul somewhat. However, I do not think this dream was literally about the Fritzl incident, but rather a suspicious scene I witnessed in the town where I live recently where I saw a guy in his 40s leading a pair of strung out looking young girls around, one of whom he took to the docks and put on a boat. I actually called the police about this too, but they did nothing. Therefore, I believe the dream is about me trying to process this incident and the Fritzl looking guy was a symbolic representation of the man I saw in the real world (incidentally, the man in the dream also resembled him somewhat too). What's even more interesting is that this same man looked like the man in the park from the 'Severed' dream I had a year ago - and this was before I'd even seen him! That dream also had a similar sort of theme. Make of that what you will.