Dream: My Mother
I hate it when I have dreams about my mother. I suppose since she came up in conversation yesterday, it was bound to happen.
I can’t remember exactly how the dream started out. I was redoing my room, and my little sister and I were sitting on my bed eating chocolates and being silly. My mother had dropped her off and was still there lingering around the house like she normally does.
All of a sudden she starts bringing some of her belongings in, and I ask her wtf she’s doing. She had made a deal out with my dad. That she was moving in, or she would have this place taken from us (sounds oddly familiar when she had our other house taken from us). She would be taking over my dads room, and he would have to sleep outside in a hammock. Our little cottage here is technically a one bedroom house, my dads room is really a large closet, so there would be nowhere else for him to stay.
Well I went off the proverbial handle. I believe in my dream, if my sister was not there, I would have used my own two hands to kill my mother right then and there. Because I wasn’t going to allow her to hurt my father again. Instead, I just screamed. I was angry at my father for letting her do this, I was angry at HER for doing it, so I screamed. I told them that I was packing up and leaving, my father can have my room, because I refuse to have him put outside like this. My fathers eyes were red with tears, and that’s when I woke up.
Damn, just typing this out is making me tear up.
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