Nightmares

i was in the Georgia log house, in town for my stepfather's soon to be remarriage. He showed me how to silence the grandfather clock "in case you need to," as if expecting that there'd be a reason why i would, before taking off for his last night of freedom. During the night his first wife (who i never met irl; he was married once before my mom, i think) and her grown son (not the step-brother whom i know irl, though i was in my late twenties before they married and my thirties before mom or i knew he was my stepfather's son - which itself reveals a lot about my stepfather, right?) dropped by briefly to express their poor wishes for his future - something about rotting in misery; before they left they also shared in passing the news that he'd been arrested and was now in jail, but i didn't believe them. In the morning, his fiancée and her grown kids came by wondering where he was. i don't remember if i told them what i'd heard, but soon they were blasting YMCA from the sound system in the giant (non-existent irl) garage behind that house that i helped build (irl, and now wish i could bulldoze) and to which i fled in vain for refuge from the music. While it was playing, confirmation of his jailing somehow arrived, and as they were getting into cars and scoffing at me for my aversion to their party song, i interrupted their departure to explain why i hate it, but for some reason didn't tell them that it was their about-to-be family member who had started sexually abusing me there. i suppose it just seemed as if they deserved each other. (My interpretation of this dream: i guess i still have forgiveness work to do. i wonder where he is irl?)

There was a second dream that i don't remember now, but it was also disturbing when I woke from it during the night.

In the third nightmare we were hunting (for food, not for sport) with a guide. Somehow the etymology for "venison" in this dream came from using a "Venn diagram" of the preys' habitats. (Yes, i know that isn't what a Venn diagram is irl.) But there weren't deer in the area, just a bunch of giraffes. i hired a hunter to kill me, and he showed up at the house as i was cooking meat in the oven, but he didn't try to kill me. i burned my hand on the oven wall getting the food out, and observed that that wouldn't matter soon, with which he disagreed. i wondered when he would get on with what i'd payed him to do.