I wonder if I'm gonna be getting kicked out of my family home again tonight? Last night, it had something to do with a quest to find a lost episode of The Tomorrow People and not being home when I was supposed to. The night before that, it was because my mom and I argued so badly in a shopping mall that I dangled her over a railing with a 30' drop. The night before that... well, there wasn't a reason. It just kinda happened out of the blue over what I thought was a pretty minor difference of opinion.

For the record, in real life, my mom and I get along pretty great, actually. These dreams all feel like textbook Freudian displacement of the trauma and guilt I incurred during The Thing. >_< Except for the Tomorrow People thing—that was just a pisser, because the fucking episode turned out to be a big fake.

Huh. No, come to think of it, that might have been a metaphor too. >_<