I remember the middle because it was so disturbing...
A long, rolling, multi-layered house along a lush Southern river. I am fishing, or about to fish, off of one of the decks. My father convinces me to accompany him to the last part of the house, a screened-in porch filled with fishing and boating gear. He (who now is still my dad, but in that dream way that someone can look and act differently than in real life) tries to rape me. He takes off his pants and I am horrified by his impossibly thick, pulsing penis. I run around the room, trying to escape him. I pick up fishing poles and oars and beat him with them to fend him off. I start to feel like a domanatrix and become aroused by the fact that I'm beating my father and preventing him from raping me. Someone, I think my mother, comes into the room and demands to know whats going on. I point my finger at my cowering dream-dad and explain defensively that I had to beat him because he was trying to rape me.
That's all I remember, but I still feel very icky and uneasy because of this dream. Sometimes my psyche really worries and upsets me.