Had some angry, angry dreams. Was with a bunch of friends in dream-Seattle and what could have been a very, very simple boardgame setup degenerated into an out-stubborning match.

I tried to break it up, but it just turned it into a shouting match, and everybody forgot about the original argument and just started blaming me.

So I ran away and said I wouldn't be coming back until everybody else was gone. And then I realized I had nowhere at all else to go. So I just sort of sat around outside seething, until one of them noticed me and decided to humiliate me with far, far more "helpful" attention than I clearly wanted.

Nope, not metaphorical for any unprocessed, unresolved traumatic experiences of the last several years at all, why do you ask?

I mean, I think I needed a good solid vent dream after all the pent-up anger at my stepsister—and the foolishness of having read uspol news.

But it's never, ever going to go away, is it. Even with them gone for good, there's never going to be any closure. It's like they won forever. And fucking idiot that I am, I'd *still* try to patch things up if there were any goddamn point in trying, or any way to do it without it becoming someone's denunciation session.