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Last night I had a dream that boarded on horrific. I say bordered because no one died, but I was pretty sure someone was going to.

A little background information: I have an aunt. I hate the man she married, for good, solid reasons. Most of them for things like: he'll buy his nephew a four-wheeler, pay for gas and tune ups, but he can't afford to feed his own children. Despite that, my aunt has had two very sweet children, and she's become very kind because of it. But I have some very strong suspicions that he's beating her, and possibly the children too.

So, my aunt, my uncle (boo!), and their three children, (my aunt is pregnant). We were on an old fishing bout type of setting. In the middle of the sea, rusty hull, no sails or rigging, pretty much stranded. The kids were represented by sculptures of feet, which I had apparently carved myself. I carried these carvings, because I was afraid my aunt would give in and hand them over to my uncle.

The idea was that as long as I held on to these carvings, my uncle couldn't hurt them. But if he got his hands on them, they would die.

So, it was the regular suspense thriller right? Turn a corner and hope the killer isn't there. You are immensely relieved ever time he isn't there, but lo and behold, there is another corner just up ahead. And the further down you went, the more you had to keep watch over your shoulder. My aunt was totally freaked, and just kept following me and clinging to me, making me drop the carvings.

He chased us all night. Which is probably why I slept in until noon. And it was very stressful. Something that depressed me though that by the end, those carvings that I carried were so battered and chipped that they might as well have been destroyed. Which I think says something about what direction I see this family heading. My uncle is doing irrevocable damage to his children, and every day that my aunt doesn't divorce him only makes it worse.