I normally don't remember my dreams, but I remembered one I had last night:
I am in my childhood home as a grown man. I open my parent's bedroom closet door. Standing their is OM, but he does not see me. I close the door and calmly walk down to the basement where I grab an antique rifle out of the my father's gun cabinet. I continue to walk around the empty house with the rifle. After some time, I go back to the closet and open the door; this time pointing the rifle. OM is still there, this time he sees me. I point the rifle at him. He walks toward me, growing larger with each step. He is a couple of feet taller than I by the time he reaches the tip of the barrel. I drop the gun and we stand there staring into each others eyes. I point to the door and he leaves.
Just as OM exits the door W pulls up in an old rusty hatchback that I don't recognize. She runs in the house and back out with the girls. Throws them into the back of the car and takes off. driving crazily down the road with girls unbuckled in the back. I chase them to the edge of the lawn, but stop at the street. I just stand in the lawn watching them go.
