I'll start off by saying I'm 21, from about the age of 10 my childhood kinda went to crap. I lost interest in school and started doing worse every year and in the end I'm surprised I made it out of high school as scheduled. This led to my parents favoring my younger brother who effortlessly passes and I dont really have a problem with that, he's a bright kid and I'm kind of a screw up. Heck after high school I informally dropped out of a community college and went to work full time, which helped me grow over the course of two years to where I am now as a full time student at a university.
But I really dont have a history of abuse, my parents had a somewhat rough form of discipline, but nothing severe enough to cause injury. And I always lived fairly comfortably with my family because I've never needed much to be content.
However, since my early detachment from my parents, I've especially distanced myself from my dad. We dont have a lot in common, the man's an outdoorsman and I love technology. Don't get me wrong I love nature and being out in it, but I'm no hunter, I couldn't bring myself to kill an animal for sport, and I think the breaking point for my father was watching my finger leave the trigger and seeing me lowering the barrel from my target. Since then we've only rarely talked and even more rarely is it civil conversation. Usually its some form of remark to insult my intelligence, be it in response to something I've said or done, and while I'll admit I'm nowhere near as grounded in reality as he is, I do not like to be called stupid, directly or otherwise.

To my somewhat disturbing dream. I had this one a couple of years ago, probably around the time I started working. I was with my family, or at least my parents, in a much more cluttered version of a carpet store I had gone to with them when I was very small. Everything seemed fine, nothing anywhere near out of the ordinary, I even had a very ordinary moment where I commented on something in the store and my dad immediately proceeded to jump down my throat. The sudden anger after we stopped arguing wasn't ordinary though, and when no one was looking I strangled him. Thankfully it wasn't graphic, and also thankfully it bothers me to type this now. But honestly that wasn't the horrible part. I rolled him up in a rug and left him, and the dream went on until I woke up. I never felt a thing. And even after waking up and realizing it was a dream, I started crying like a toddler only when I thought about the fact that it had no impact on me, and that lack of emotion (though I've never had much) shook me, and i really started to worry that I was turning into some sort of monster.
Like I said before, its been a couple of years, and there hasn't been any incident outside of the usual bickering between us, and I'm sorry I dont have a really vivid recollection to share. But I thought about it today, and though I'm really not worried about it anymore (I feel like I'm a lot more stable of a person now), I still wonder what could have possibly been going on in my head at the time.