I just had one fucked up dream. Just to give it some context, there has been a lot of tension between my dad, his wife, and my mom recently.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my room at my dad's house. I look under the bed and see a .38, a toy shotgun, and my actual shotgun. I hear my dad shouting something threatening, so I hide behind the bed. As he is coming, I pick up the .38 and see that it has four rounds in the cylinder. When he stomps into the room, I take a shot. It misses and I drop the .38. I dive under the bed to get the shotgun, but I grab the toy shotgun instead. This gives my dad plenty of time to get to me.
When he is a few feet away from me, I load a white shell into the shotgun and fire. I either missed him, or hit him in the shoulder, I honestly don't remember. For some reason, I take the opportunity to jump over the bed and run to the garage. When I pass through the living room, I see my stepmother on the couch, oblivious to what is going on. When I get to the garage, my uncle is inside and he hands me a white shell. I strain to load the shell into the shotgun while running down the dirt road to my grandparent's farm next door.
I turn to see my dad chasing me, so I fire. I know I hit him this time, probably in the hip, but he keeps coming like a terminator. That is the point where I woke up at around two in the morning.
When I go back to sleep, it turns out I have another dream. To give this one context, my sister has just recently moved to an apartment in Charleston and has just been dumped by her boyfriend of three years.
I am riding in my dad's truck as he pulls a trailer full of boxes. I get out when we pull up to my dad's house. There, my sister and a guy I despise are there loading boxes into the house.
This guy is three years younger then my sister, but they are apparently dating. I hated the bastard because of what happened between him, me and a certain girl, but I won't get into that.
To get back to the dream, I am helping my sister move into my dad's house. During this time, the guy my sister is dating says he like something that I can't really remember. I call him a faggot because of it. As I put down the box I was carrying, I ask what is in the box. The guy I dislike says that it contains his mother's lamps.
At that point I woke up.
Huh, well that turned out to be longer then expected. Anyone know anything about dream analysis so that they can tell me that I'm either crazy or a budding serial murderer?