In my dream I am in a gas station with a guy that I follow on Instagram, we’re going there with his girl friend or wife or significant other and buying some items. The people behind the counter are friendly and it seems that the part of town is connected not just literally and physically but emotionally to the other sides, or rather spiritually connected. Then back at the home where I live at, there is a boy, similar to Ronell in my neighborhood who is leaning out the window and causes others to be scared especially when he goes down on the ground. The little boy is very active in meeting people and such and I just am lying in bed, similar to where I am living now and he’s talking about how he doesn’t like Yale and that was where his mom chose for him to go. His mom and my mom are the same person so he must be my younger brother. And when my mom enters she asks for a kiss on the cheek but I don’t want to give it to her in front of this younger brother of mine ronell and suddenly what appears to be my older sister and her boyfriend are sitting on my bed. They go ahead and kiss each other in front of younger brother Ronell, I was hesitant to show my affection( a deeply ingrained pattern to not be accommodating. As well as before the kissing scene i somehow knew my mom, this woman was going to enter the room we were in upstairs and I told the boy to sit down, sit down but he didn’t really want to. He did for a moment as the woman entered the room however, then he popped right back up. (I feel like this woman is was my wife and somehow my mom figure as well- she was sitting in the seated prayer position on my bed next to the head of me and my bed so more than likely she was my woman asking for affection and I didn’t want to accommodate her in front of our, in this new light, our son, ) those people at the gas station had to have been my peers. ( part of me feels a level of sadness which is guilt underneath and other, mad, distant, sarcastic and frustrated emotions because of the voices in my head that I had been listening to about my personal life. I feel as if I’ve been an emotional spiritual orphan since 1st or 2nd grade when my father asked if I wanted to live with my mom or him? They’re my life, how could I separate the two, conceptually? Then I knew things were not getting better, actually they were worse.