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I hate my dreams

In this one, dad had gone missing while we lived in the mountains.
He was gone for all day and a night, mother was beginning to worry and the snow was beginning to thicken all over the woods.
I set out in search of him and fell upon a cabin that looked lived in.
I entered only to find myself getting wrapped up in a murder.
Two men were holding up three people, and then I stumble in and they take hold of me as well.
My father was nowhere to be found.

The men attacked me and the others with brute force and angry words, but of course
I escaped! Running through the woods with feelings of anxiety so strong I should have puked in my sleep.

I found my father then-
He came home drunk as a skunk with a couple of my old friends. They apparently went to my friend Tom's cabin and got shwrilly
off something that wasn't supposed to drink.

Mother was in tears, uncontrollable, pissed, her feelings of being alone almost too much to bare.
Please don't feel wronged, ma! I'm here.

Dad doesn't even know what he has done, he's so fucking drunk and the snow is pressing in on the windows.
I feel suffocated and tearful..

But at least I found him and he is home now.

I woke up.
Fucking dreams.

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