Yet another disturbing dream about Richard and Mom. Dreamt that I was living at home with Richard and Mother. The house was in shambles. Mother got angry with me for no reason, saying I had to get a job if I wanted to remain living there, despite having disability payments. All Richard did was follow Mother and I around the house so he could witness the conversation. Mother took Richard's side, acting as though she didn't care what happened to me.
After much discussion, I thought my only option was suicide. Richard suggested I slit my wrists as opposed to overdosing on pills. I go back to Mother, begging for some scrap of a possibility that I could remain living there. I then turned around, which had me facing out of Mother's bedroom door, toward the hall closets. I looked down and saw Richard opening the bottom drawer of the hall closet, in a manner similar to opening a Chinese puzzle box. (In reality, the bottom drawer in question was a false drawer, and could only be accessed through the air vent around the corner; a hidden feature of the house.)
At this point I start to lose it, because everyone else in the family knew how to open the drawer except for me. A baseball bat, or similar object, materialized in my hand, and I began to bead Richard about the face. Mother had little reaction. I beat Richard to the point that he was unrecognizable. I dropped the bat, began to cry. I then woke up.
