Weird

Date: 3/27/2020

We have designed a Christmas light show room for the store. Maybe is the 1400 building? We have it sectioned off with little white fences for each product. The floor has white packing styrofoam for snow. We turn the lights off to see the final product and it looks amazing. Then I’m in my old childhood home, the double wide trailer in the lot next to my grandmas house. My dad is there, except he has shoulder length hair and is wearing a black vest. His attire and look is similar to Danny Trejo in Machete. We are in the computer room and Marissa runs up screaming. She is a small child in my dream, maybe 7 years old. She runs up and starts punching my dad in the face. You can hear the blows of fist connecting with cheek bone. She is hitting him so hard and so savagely. I’m able to pull her off of him all while yelling at her to stop. She runs to her room. I check on her a few minutes later , but I don’t see her in her room. I check her closet and I find her curled up in a ball. She cowers when she sees me. I tell her I’m not going to punish her. And she says, “ you yelled at me, Nessa,” while sniffling. I stroke her hair and leave her to check in my dad. He is in his bedroom icing his cheek. He says,” She actually caused me physical pain. She hits hard. That’s why she did so well in Avatar,” I’m not sure what that’s suppose to mean.