Did I dream of something that happened to me or do I just wish it did

I had things to do today, plans to clean the whole house, sort things out. But my dream, was it just a dream? I can't stop thinking about it, it's consuming me, my every thought.

I'm shoved onto the bathroom floor, it's in a bar I think. It's sticky and wet and disgusting. My knees then my face, pressed against the cold dirty floor. My skirt flipped up, it's so small it barely makes a difference. Nothing on underneath, I knew why I was here. A barely hard cock pressing into me. I'm not ready, I think. My cunt has other thoughts, soaked, begging, inviting.

Thick cock hardening inside me. Fuck, he doesn't stop pounding into me. My face scrapes against the floor, over and over and over. I don't want this, but I want this so badly. I can barely breathe, he fucks me harder. I can feel him so deep inside me.

His thumb finds my asshole, I didn't agree to this. He's slamming me onto him, using my body. I can barely breathe. The world stops as I cum. I sob, no. He feels me squeeze as I gasp. My knees ache as I hyperventilate. He doesn't stop.

His cock slams into me over and over and over. I'm so wet I practically drip. I twitch. I cry into the floor.

He cums, grunting hard. I feel every twitch fill my cunt.

I wake up, I remember. My mind is stuck.