I had a dream I was in my parents house, which is weird enough as it is because I usually dream about places that don’t exist. I know it started out with my mother, me, my brother, Ariel, and my cousins Megan and Miranda. I’m pretty sure for some reason my cousin Megan threw up on our decorative table in the living room, which is normally covered in pictures and and decorative things but instead it was empty in this dream. Except for the vomit. Then they left so it was just us four remaining.
Anyway Ariel was supposed to spend the night on the couch in the living room. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, which she doesn't usually do. I don’t remember what my mother said at this point but I know it was very demeaning and rude and so mean I almost couldn’t stand it. I stalked off to my room because I hated it when my mom did stuff like that in front of my brother and friend because it was not only rude but embarrassing as well. I guess something in me snapped because as I got to my room I swiftly turned around and came back into the kitchen where I started to yell at my mom. I screamed, really. I took the newspaper she had been holding and I ripped it into pieces and threw it everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I destroyed something else or we got into a slapping fight; I can’t remember what. I generally caused a SCENE.
I knew I was probably embarrassing myself but I was just so angry… as any of you that know about my temper could imagine... It's annoying that I can't remember what we even got into a fight about, though. At some point I spoke to my brother and he said, "You know, usually when people do these things they just embarrass themselves, and you totally just did". It made me angry because I felt justified in what I had done, even if it was a bit, well, psychotic. Anyway, I went into my room and got ready for bed. I could hear them talking about me in the kitchen, saying things like I was an embarrassment or something. It made me mad but I just locked my door and laid down. Then I heard a knock at my door. I waited for them to tell me who it was, because if was my mom I didn’t want to let her in. I called out… “Ariel?” - no answer. I waited and reluctantly called out “Mother?” - no answer. I unlocked the door and there stood my mother with basically no facial expression at all. I figured she had come to either yell at me or to apologize. There was nothing I could really do to stop her from getting in so I just reserved myself to letting her have her say, because there was nothing I could do about it. I just got in my bed and laid back down.
She sat on the edge of the bed and held one of my hands but left her other hand free. I suddenly got a bad feeling. I said “Mom?” And she said "Come here" blankly and lifted up my blanket as if she were going to try to hold my other hand or "comfort me” in some way, but I seized her other arm quickly and found she was holding one of our house door keys in her hand (they unlock the doors from the outside of the rooms in my house, not a door TO the house. They don't have ridges on them, they're just a straight bar with a flat end on them, if you know what I'm talking about). The key was clutched between two fingers and I knew then that she was in my room to try to stab me in the stomach!!! I looked at her and she didn’t say anything, just blank eyes glazed with loathing. She had finally had it with me apparently.
So, I grabbed her other wrist and a struggle commenced. Now, I am not very strong I’ll be honest, but either is my mom. So eventually I overpowered her and pushed her on her back pinned down by her wrists and flicked the key out of her hand. I then looked over and she had another key in her other hand. She had apparently come prepared to slaughter me by way of gutting. I took the second key and put it next to the other on the bed next to her head where she couldn’t reach them since I had her arms pinned. Then she suddenly had ANOTHER key. But it was in a third arm!!! I had to grab her third arm with my right hand as well which was annoying because it was hard to grasp two wrists with one arm. I pushed the three keys off the bed. I’m pretty sure at one point I slapped my mother. I don’t remember how I got out of the room with her. Maybe I pleaded with her not to kill me. At any rate she went to bed in her room, I think. I was very distraught when I came out into the kitchen where Ariel still was, either oblivious or uncaring of the matter. She looked at me and said simply, "Megan's throw up was just left on the table!" Like I was going to do something about it. I was just like "Clean it up yourself". She had the balls to look affronted and said something about the fact that she was MY cousin. I told her I didn’t give a shit and went to my room. After all, my mother had just tried to kill me. I woke up crying. I usually don’t wake up crying but I did this time. My own mother had tried to kill me!
Side note: Ironically we do have two keys in the house, but a third one had gone missing years ago.
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