A message about the past?

Date: 7/16/2018

It felt present time. We were staying at my moms house. However, it was different than the one she is currently in. Husband and I were laying In recliners. Resting. I had been fighting on of my terrible headaches. I got up to take care of my two grand kids who were there with us. Though they were younger than they are now. Husband tells me mom is home. I’m excited. I look out and see a lot more cars than just moms. I go up to a different floor and she’s in this room with my sister and her family. Some cousins were there too. My brother was still out. We were sitting down eating when my grand daughter was complaining about her leg. She had a scratch on it. I was telling my daughter about it and my niece chimed in about what s terrible grandma i am. This gets me upset and I go to clean the kitchen as it had been made a mess of. As I am trying to clean it I am being attacked by family members on how things are in the house and about me. This is getting me upset and the only thing I can this of is as soon as i am done I’m going to leave. My sister comes in and makes a comment. I’m trying to hold my temper. Everyone else is coming in. All running their mouth at me. I am reminded of something we wanted to give mom. I go into the other room and call my grandson over so he can hand it to her. My brother is in the door way and ask me if I remember his “wife” s/o. And there is another guy with him. I say my hellos. I ask where he’s been. My husband states he’s been here the whole time. Just coming in through a back door. Back in the kitchen I’m still trying to do dishes and clean. The sink moves to a different location. Rather than the before open up and spacious area. It is now very confined with low cupboards and really weird knobs on them. And it’s gold colored. I move my niece out of my way. And try telling my sister I will clean the counters off so she can cut some stuff up. My niece says something about, “we all know what went on In your house in the 70’s”. I thought she was referring to the late 80’s when I used to do some recreational drugs. This enrages me evens more. I’m trying to pack what I can up to leave. And my cousin Christine starts coming in and running her mouth. I tell my husband we’re getting ready to leave. My uncle shows and tries to talk me into staying. I tell him I don’t give a fuck if I still leave. As I woke up I believe that I was told of something that actually did go on in my house in the 70’s. And all these people know it. And it had to do with me. But I was never told.