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This is my entry this week for therealljidol. I invite you to read and vote for the many fine entries. This week's topic is "What does narcissism have to do with me?"

As my ex-boyfriend moves his boxes back into my place, against my wishes, my toddler climbs up the stairs, tears streaming down his face. He is trailed by my husband, who explains that our Kung Fu Panda is scared of his double. Before I can ask, "What double?" the second version of KFP arrives at the top of the steps, walking extremely fast and grinning mischievously. While his cherubic face and loose blonde curls are usually charming, when matched with that smile, it is unnerving. I can see why it's scaring KFP.

I hug KFP close while I explain to him, "That is just your dream double. We all have them. He acts scary, but he can't hurt you." I point out his father's dream double, who like his father, The Gryphon, looks shorter than usual. In fact, I'm fairly certain he's an actor from "Modern Family." We walk down the street, and I point out other people's doubles. They all have them, and they are all somewhat terrifying: moving far too fast and grinning devilish smiles.

The police officer is either invisible or just in my head, but I don't think about this, because all I can think about is the horrible thing he's telling me. "They found a hand print on your son's bottom," he said. "And evidence of a foreign object in his rectum. They are checking for DNA."

I don't know how or when it happened. I don't know who did it. All I know is that I feel like a failure for not protecting my child. He is crying, and I hug him close.

My son is crying; I wake up and check his diaper. He is experiencing terrible diarrhea, and for a brief, dream-deluded moment, I fear that it has something to do with the assault. Then I exhale, and relief floods my bones. He was not assaulted. He has no terrifying double. It was a dream.

These dreams polluted my mind the night after I learned about the child sex abuse scandal at Penn State. If you aren't familiar with the situation, simply go to Google News and type in "Jerry Sandusky."

It's an ugly saga: a Penn State assistant coach (Sandusky) taking advantage of his position with a children's charity to assault young boys, sometimes on Penn State property. Then, once discovered, an alarming cover-up, with only superficial discipline for Sandusky, who should have been reported to police. In the fallout now, 9 years since he was reportedly caught in the act in a Penn State shower, both head football coach and local legend Joe Paterno, and the university president have been summarily fired.

It's a dicey time to be a Penn State alumna, but it wasn't until I deciphered my dream that I realized how much it's affected me. While describing the dream to a friend the next day, I began to unravel it.

My ex-boyfriend, who was emotionally abusive, has been dubbed Leechboy in my journals, and for good reason. He sucked out my self-esteem with his perpetual efforts to mold me into his image of perfection, much like the porcelain dolls his mother repaired in her doll hospital. I'd dated him from my sophomore year of college until my first year of grad school (I earned two degrees at Penn State: a B.A. in Broadcast/Cable and a MFA in Poetry), and during that time, he alienated me from most of my friends and criticized every aspect of my life until I found myself desperately trying to meet his ridiculous expectations. I was, apparently, supposed to become a younger version of his perfect mother, who doted upon him and told him endlessly how wonderful he was.

Those memories still haunt me, underlying all my good memories, of working at the college radio station and writing comedy skits with fellow Monty Python fans. In my mind, Leechboy remains a monster: a person who infiltrates into your life, bringing you pumpkin bread and wildflowers, and then rewrites your brain, cuts your hair, and tries to turn you into a Stepford Girlfriend. Certainly, he represented both my Penn State days and the sad truth that people you trust may turn out to be nothing but abusers in disguise.

The "dream doubles" were much easier to grasp. The hardest aspect of this ugly case for most Penn State alumni is dealing with the fact that the public face of those involved in the alleged cover-up was so different from their true natures. In the case of Sandusky, he clearly wore two faces: an angel and a devil. But in the case of the others, they wore masks, as well.

What kept them from reporting this depravity to the police? How could they simply ask Sandusky to turn in his keys and ban him from Penn State property? Were they impervious to the pain of the victims? How could they be so willfully oblivious to the urgent need for justice? Is it true that they cared only for themselves, fearing the ugly fallout would hurt the school? Perhaps they would have acted differently, if they'd only known what would happen in 2011.

Of course, the last portion of the dream needs no interpretation. I can only imagine what the families of those children must be experiencing. Their sons were molested, abused, even raped, by a man who claimed he was helping them. How can a parent ever get past that? How, indeed, can the children?

The whole thing is a nightmare.

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Nov. 14th, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
Dreams are fascinating things. This is a really good telling of one that really had me sitting on edge. You capture the horror of the situation rather well. Great job!
Nov. 14th, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)
Thank you. I probably wouldn't have written about it publicly, if not for this prompt (which felt custom-made for it). When you consider that I remember few dreams lately (it's difficult to remember them when you're awoken by a toddler crying, which is usually how I wake up), this one remained vivid to me for hours after I awoke.
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Nov. 14th, 2011 04:56 am (UTC)
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
I'm just glad I was able to wake up, unlike those families of the victims. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Nov. 14th, 2011 05:39 am (UTC)
It's such a sad situation...

Well written, as always.
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:57 pm (UTC)
It truly is. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:43 am (UTC)
how very disturbing :-(
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
Indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Nov. 14th, 2011 08:11 am (UTC)
Really well written. You captured so well the feelings of horror and utter disgust I have felt over this whole thing. As a person who has been sexually assulted by a family member no less I feel the pain of those children. I hope they get some sort of justice. Nothing can give them their inacence back.
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC)
My heart goes out to you. I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like for you. Like you, I hope the children get some justice, and I hope they've also been getting counseling and support.
Nov. 14th, 2011 09:25 am (UTC)
I don't want to turn my reply into a justified rant for their being fired, but it's amazing how both money and football play into it. That, plus those boys, are the only two things I've been thinking of during this entire time.

I love your use of the dream double!
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC)
It was hard not to slip into a rant myself. I'm so ANGRY at those officials for not taking the proper moral and legal action. So horrible for everyone involved.

The dream doubles were freaky. Strangely enough, I was able to control my fear of them in the dream because I was trying to reassure KFP that he was OK. And I knew it was a dream, and they couldn't really hurt us.
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Nov. 14th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
It's hard for every Penn State alumnus, I believe. I've been likening it to the ongoing Catholic child abuse scandal, what that is probably like for Catholics. An alma mater is not a religion, it's true, but I believe that people's concept of self can be deeply connected to it.

Glad you enjoyed it.
Nov. 14th, 2011 02:40 pm (UTC)
An excellent piece of writing. Dreams are intriguing. Well done.
Nov. 14th, 2011 06:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Dreams have long fascinated me, especially since we used to talk about them at the breakfast table. Lately, I don't remember very many, but this one definitely stood out.
Nov. 14th, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
that whole situation is so nightmarish, and you captured it very well if painfully.
Nov. 15th, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)
Thank you. It's very much on my mind, as you can tell from the dream. It doesn't help that I transcribe cable news for a living and get all the follow-up stories.
Nov. 15th, 2011 03:47 am (UTC)
Eep. How did you agree to have your ex move back in? I hope everything ends up ok.
Nov. 15th, 2011 04:10 am (UTC)
Fortunately, it was just a dream. I would never do that in real life!
Nov. 15th, 2011 07:57 am (UTC)
This will haunt you for a long time, wish it didn't but writing might actually help... The dream allows you to explore other ways?'
Hope it fades in time.
Nov. 15th, 2011 09:17 am (UTC)
I always learn from my dreams, and writing helps me to process things. So yes, both should help. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Nov. 15th, 2011 02:44 pm (UTC)
Very powerful and well written.
Nov. 15th, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much.
Nov. 15th, 2011 05:06 pm (UTC)
This is a good entry. However, personally I think it would have been easier to understand at the beginning if the dream was in a different font to the real life? :/ (sorry)
Nov. 15th, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)
Like maybe putting it in italics? Thanks for the suggestion.
Nov. 15th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Well done.
Nov. 15th, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:04 am (UTC)
I can't imagine how frightening those dreams would have been for you. This whole scandal is revolting.
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