I keep having these dreams where Dad is evil and trying to kill me. And it’s only now, when I’ve woken myself up screaming, that I remember that it’s a recurring dream. Tonight he did something to my car – cut the brakes? – and twisted a knife out of my hands.
How did the knife get in my hands? I picked it up. Because whenever, in my dreams, he’s around he’s trying to kill me. He shows up unexpectedly and always has such an evil grin on his face, making sure I know I can’t do anything to stop him.
Tonight’s dream included other things, like me reading some article about architecture and somehow actually being there. But the dream is starting to fade. Except for the horror of Dad. And the awareness that this is not the first time I’ve had this dream.
What the hell? Oh, and I scared the hell out of one of the cats who was sleeping with me. Not sure which one. It was just bad enough that I didn’t want to go back to sleep, at least not right away.