This is the level of subconscious animosity I hold towards my father, apparently.

I normally work with a dual monitor setup. But last night I dreamt that my father had randomly removed one of my monitors and fucked up the other. I kept asking him why, why did you do this, what on earth. The keyboard was fucked up too, missing keys at random. In the dream I was half shocked and half on the verge of tears, and no matter how much I asked or how upset I got, he kept shrugging me off in a dull, lumbering kind of way.

And within the dream, I wasn't that surprised at all. It was the kind of thing he'd do, thinking it was better for me without asking. I was so frustrated that I literally woke up throwing a fit, legs kicking and arms flailing. I'm sure it freaked the the cat out.

I don't think anyone who knows me has ever really seen my temper erupt, but they know that I have one. And last night my temper just built and built and built until my tiny little heart couldn't take it anymore. I think this bodes ill for my Christmas visit home.