*Sigh* Dreams have been my escape, my means of avoiding reality... They're usually psychedelic, often confusing, and rarely truely pleasant, but always infinitely interesting. I love them... I did, anyhow.
They're tending to nightmares. Not falling, not being chased by an impossible creature... They're nightmares because they're reality. Last night I had to deal with my dad and step-dad. It was positively horrifying, reliving a couple evenings from the past few years.
The portion with my dad wasn't too noteable, he was just being hypocritical and... well, normal for him.
The bit with my step-dad was violent. There was an incident about 3 years involving him and my sister, and I wasn't physically powerful enough to stop him... I started working out following that. In the dream, though, I thought I could best him that time... but I couldn't. I was completely helpless. I don't remember why we were grappling [it wasn't friendly, I don't think], I mostly remember the frustration of not being able to overpower him.
I hope tonight's better, maybe crashing a battleship or something...
They're tending to nightmares. Not falling, not being chased by an impossible creature... They're nightmares because they're reality. Last night I had to deal with my dad and step-dad. It was positively horrifying, reliving a couple evenings from the past few years.
The portion with my dad wasn't too noteable, he was just being hypocritical and... well, normal for him.
The bit with my step-dad was violent. There was an incident about 3 years involving him and my sister, and I wasn't physically powerful enough to stop him... I started working out following that. In the dream, though, I thought I could best him that time... but I couldn't. I was completely helpless. I don't remember why we were grappling [it wasn't friendly, I don't think], I mostly remember the frustration of not being able to overpower him.
I hope tonight's better, maybe crashing a battleship or something...