Nightmare 1:
I'm in the living room using the computer, and mother starts acting out over me not being somewhere else. I yell back, and we throw slurrs at each other. I stomp to my room with a knife, and shut the door behind me. I stick the knife into the wall as she enters my room. We fight again, and she says, "...I have a problem" while uncontrollably crying. I literally kick her out and shut the door, where she continues to cry. All I can think is "I'm going to college; her problem won't matter to me anyway."
Nightmare 2:
Myon and I are returning from some Quinceneras. We have tons of goodie bags with tons of candy in them, and we share them with each other. When we get dropped off at my house, I notice that there's smoke coming from the inside of our mailbox. I calmly go in and grab a towel, then wrap it around my hand as I head back. I open the mailbox and pull out a burning piece of meat using the towel. As I hold it, the mailbox disintegrates and my hand is now burning without me feeling it at all.
Nightmare 3:
Her and her family are forced to live in my house with us while her father's unemployed. While everyone is outside grilling chicken and drinking beer, I'm in my mother's room watching Naruto. She comes in and asks if she can join me. I yell at her to get out. Later, while everyone's asleep, someone knocks on my door. It's her. She asks if she can sleep in my bed with me, because she had a nightmare. I tell her to leave. She stays still in the doorway with a look of sadness, regret, and defeat, almost as if she's emotionally abused. I slam the door on her.
All of these nightmares... Why are all of the problems caused by my own hand...?