Ok overall, woke up sort of anxious a few times, but felt mostly ok, not overwhelmed by it, the fact that it was 90 something degrees even at night didnt help. Just now though, I had the strangest nightmare. I didn't wake up scared, more just really disturbed and sad. I just want to write it down here so I can remember it. I was in my fathers house and found a very large Christmas present. It was a box that appeared to be wrapped, but really had a lid that you could open without unwrapping it. I opened it, inside wer a bunch of other presents, an expensive watch and some food and treats and stuff. I wouldn't steal the watch, but I decided that I could eat some of the food, after all my father owes me that much. It was addressed to someone else. Somehow, it ended up with my father and I fighting really violently. He wasnt the terrifying God of my childhood though, I was the man I am now and he was the frail weak old creature that he is now. I really beat the shit out of him, just pummeled him. He somehow produced knives and even some weird homemade gun that he was saying couldn't be traced and was good for murders. I guess I felt like I didn't really even want to hurt him but he wasnt leaving me a choice, so I was just beating him and beating him. I took the weapons away but every time I got off of him he would get up and somehow get another. Really the amount I beat him would have killed him in real life. It wasnt clear if he was trying to kill me or just threatening me, but he was furious.
This is so strange to me. I didn't wake up scared at all. I'm not sure I can identify what feelings I do have now. It was very disturbing though.