Letting go of your dreams

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Letting go of your dreams

I had this bizarre dream last night.
I was at Six Flags with my mom at the beginning. I snuck on the boat ride and ate lunch, then went home.
That part isn't weird. In fact, I've dreamt that before.
The weird part is where a motorcycle gang shows up at my house, one bastard tries to break in, and I kill him.
I don't just shoot him. I beat him with a baseball bat to the point no recognition.
He just lies there in my mom's bedroom, still and cold, so I take the initiative to drag the lifeless body to the backyard and bury him. I wasn't even remorseful, he wasn't armed, and there's something even weirder.
My dad, the one I don't talk to anymore, is in a motorcycle gang.