In my dreams I tell them off

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Last night I dreamed my wife and I went to visit someone who had a very
young child.  The child was about 1 year old and shared a name with the
daughter of some folks who used to be my friends.
The actual parents of the child did not seem to be home.  The room we were
in was a plain while room with the exit to the house in the front left
corner and an exit into the rest of the house in the back right.  There was
one chair along the short wall by the front door, a couch against the front
wall and some piece of machinery/sculpture over near the door into the rest
of the house.
On the couch sat, from left to right, my mother, her father and her mother.
Despite my grandparents being dead for quite some time (36 & 18 years),
they seemed fine.  My wife sat in the chair.
I was playing on the floor with the baby.  I had some sort of brightly
colored pillow and was playing hide and seek, grab the pillow and crawl for
it with the baby.  The baby clearly enjoyed the games.
Everything I did, the three on the couch criticized.
“Don’t let her get too close to the coffee table.”  “You’re going to give
her a fear of pillows.”  “The floor is too dirty for playing, get off of
it.”  And, a lot of just “you’re doing it wrong” comments.
Finally the baby crawled off into a kitchen area through the door in the
back of the room.
“Now you’ve chased her away and she’ll never come back,” my grandmother
said.
I had enough.  I got up, threw the pillow on the floor and walked over to
her.
“This shit you do has poisoned 4 generations of our family!” I shouted at
her as I pointed my finger at her face.  “You won’t do it any more you
fucking bitch!”
I turned to my grandfather, who at that point looked more like my father
than my mother’s father.
“You could have stopped it!” I said.  “But your cowardice stopped you and
made the damage worse!”
I turned towards my mother, who shrank back into the couch.
“You are everything she is,” I said, pointing at her mother.  “And, you
don’t even have the excuses she did for being that way.”
“I can’t stay here with them,” I said to my wife.  “I’ll wait at the car.”
I walked out the front door.
The house was the last one on a side street before a large main street.
There was a large white shopping mall across the street with a big parking
garage.  There were lots of trees along both the side road and the main
road.
I walked over to the main road where there was a walk light for going
across.  There were two lanes in each direction and both had quite a few
cars.  When the walk light came on, I crossed with lots of other people.
I thought the walk lights were strange, but said “well, this is what
they’re like in Canada.”
Just at the entrance to the parking garage was a movie theater where a show
was getting out.  A policeman was instructing people to watch for traffic
and not discuss the film with people.
A high percentage of the people on the road and coming out of the theater
appeared to be Asian or of that heritage.
Dream ends.
This was a very strange dream for me.  I almost never shout or yell in my
dreams, and even less often at family members.  Usually if I shout in a
dream it is to warn people of something.
Everything I said to them is true.  My grandmother’s attitude has poisoned
that side of the family for generations.  And, my mother is just like she
was.  Both my grandfather and father let them get away with it under a
“peace at any cost” rationalization.
This is the same grandfather as the haunted laundry chair
story.  I guess he’s tied to furniture.
Other than I’m mad at my parents and grandparents, I’m not sure what it
means.
I know with it being my sister’s birthday I am sad at the family events
that drove her off.  But, that had almost nothing to do with any of the
three in the dream.  It was almost entirely my father and his first wife
(her mother) who were the cause of that.  Although, the cowardice still
applies.
Don’t know who the baby was, or where they went when they crawled off.
This month we will pass the 9th anniversary of the ectopic pregnancy that
ended our chance to have kids.  So, maybe it is tied to that.
It was a strange dream, and I still feel strange 2 hours later.