Stupid nightmare is stupid
So... I just got up. I had a killer nightmare. Like, well, not killer but frustrating and angsty.
So, it started out normal enough. A family gathering. Decended into a fight between my cousin and I, like when we were kids, but only instead of in private.
We were apparently older, so I don't know why I wouldn't just have got in my car and left. I stayed. Mom yanked me aside and told me to 'fix it'. We ended up going in this really big, ornate bathroom, and two of her friends were there. I wanted to just talk to her. I wanted them to leave... They wouldn't.... Whateva.
Long story short, too late, I confessed that I used to (still kinda do) tell people in supplement to my 'my cousin and I don't really get along' story... The story of when we were 4 (me) and 3 (her) where she picked up my baby chair and cracked me in the head with it. She was, of course, appalled that I'd still tell that story. I mention how cold and sarcastic she is toward me (which is true).
At some point I leave the bathroom and hid in a closet... which, I did used to hide when I was younger, in their house to get away from the two girls picking on me. :\ and her mom shoved a credit card in her hand and said, 'fix it! This is a garden party. I have people coming to this.' Which... Is pretty downright insulting. Yay nightmare.
Stranger and stranger. I didn't pull myself out of the nightmare or notice that it was in fact a nightmare. It was just lame lame lame... Then I woke up.
So... There's that. But honestly... If it had turned physical. I can totally take my cousin in a fist fight. Even walking wounded. She's all of 100lbs and is really girly/prissy (no offense, it's just true). I have hand to hand training.. Heh.
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