Mom Destroys my Beautiful Apple Bush

Date: 9/10/2017

I was in a large townhouse that looked very similar to the house I used to live in on Harold St, but when I looked out the windows, the view was similar to the house I used to live in back in Idaho. Weird when stuff like that happens. I was in the kitchen. My cat Pippin was meowing at me and I figured I better feed the kitties. I went down to the basement for some cat food. The stairs leading to the back door and to the basement were the same as the Harold house, though we didn't keep the cat food down there. I grabbed the entire bag of dry food that was sitting at the bottom of the steps, and when I came back up, my other cat Fiona was sitting next to Pippin. Both were staring up at me waiting patiently for kitty din-din. In my head I was calling the second cat Fiona, but she was clearly my other (third) cat Leelu who is much fatter than Fiona (is this making sense to people? Hard to describe stuff like this). Before I could feed the kitties, I heard a noise or a knock on the door, or something, and I needed to go open the back door. I peeked out fearfully. It was nighttime and there was a car with its brights on that was playing extremely loud rap music. There was a group of Latino gangster looking people outside the car, covered in tattoos. I saw Maggie Greene from The Walking Dead walking up to the house. In the dream she was my older sister (irl I am the eldest of my siblings). She had come out of the car with the gangsters. When she approached the back door she stopped on the step to take off her shoes. I looked at her with just my head peeking out and said "hey. How's it going?" Just to get her attention. I think she ignored me or said something short and curt. She seemed rather serious and grumpy. She came into the house and when I shut the door, I locked it. I was scared of the outdoors in general, including the gangsters. Maggie got annoyed at me for locking it, like I was being a jerk. I tried talking to her about her nighttime escapades with the gangsters, but I don't remember her really talking back to me. Then it was daytime and I was outside. Maggie and I were in a big empty field that had just been plowed for farming. The farmhouse was next to the field, painted a pale blue color. Behind the house and field was a river, and around the edges of the yard was a wooden fence, and beyond that was just trees. Between the house and river was a large fishing boat that was up on one of those dry land boat holder thingies and it was covered in a tarp. The underneath was wooden; it looked like a small pirate ship. Every time I looked at the boat, I was awed by it and thought to myself about asking Dad to get it on the water. Dad was also out in the field. My real dad, not Hershel Greene. He was just walking around looking busy. Maggie and I were looking for good spots to plant seeds for our own little gardens. I went to the far corner of the field and dug 6 holes that were the size and shape of cup holders. I threw a bunch of seeds in them. As I worked, Maggie came over and began watering my seed holes for me, which made me angry because /I/ wanted to be the one to do it (like some kind of 5 year old). She watered all my seeds for me, but then continued to water one so much that I had to angrily stop her or she'd overwater it. The seeds immediately began to grow into plants super fast, like on fast forward. The overwatered one grew into large sprout before starting to wilt from being over watered. I went "see! Look what you did!" But it quickly healed and began to grow more. I was fascinated by the plants growing so fast, though I knew this was normal. The overwatered plant grew faster and larger than the other ones. Eventually it was a large thorny rose bush while the others were the leaves of taro root plants (which is weird because they are the ones that need more water). Instead of growing roses, the thorny bush grew bright red apples. The whole family came out to look at the plants, so now Maggie, Dad, my real life Mom and my real life siblings Palmer and Campbell were there. I thought the thorny apple bush was so beautiful that I got my iPhone out to take pictures. Right as I was trying to get a good angle, Mom started hacking away at the bush with a knife. I screamed, but didn't stop her for some reason. She took the knife to the apples first, then destroyed by plant completely. I screamed and yelled at her to stop, crying from anger and betrayal, but she just ignored me! Then I woke up. Clearly still some Mommy-issues here.