I had another dream about them again. The rich and privledged. The abusive father and the mother that turned a blind eye. The siblings that knew better because they thought they were smarter and grew up with money.
And I was somewhat of a rogue. A fugitive. Wanted by other people for reasons I do not remember. But I fought them. I fought them all. Just to get my life back. To make it mine.
I hate these dreams because it reminds me of potentially