Yet another dream where I'm moving from some unknown place back into Mother's house. I remember getting my things back into my bedroom and remembering how small the room was, in dire need of remodeling. The few times that Richard was around he was playing his usual part of fucking things up and not fixing them or apologizing, and Mother just putting up with it while I throw a fit about how useless he is. I remember one little scrap of a scene that featured Joshua Jones, but that makes sense considering the setting. Essentially it's the same 'ole moving bit, where Dad can't help me and I have to find some way of getting me and my things back over to Mother's. It's usually nighttime and inclement weather.
This is one of those repetitive dreams I'm getting rather tired of. Sure, it's nice to see Mother, but she's playing a less than becoming role, like everybody else.
