It was just a dream, wasn't it?

Dreamed that a nuclear bomb was detonated somewhere in the United States and, against all logic, the government ordered everyone - all 300 million of us - to shelter in subway tunnels. They got very crowded, as most places don't have subways. I was in a tunnel full of rats, looking for my girlfriend and my mother. Found the girlfriend, not the mother.

I've been having Mama Drama. I've noticed that her sister treats both radicalphear and her sister A. the same way, but my aunt is much harder on radicalphear... and my mother is quite hard on me. She isn't even conscious of doing it, which makes it much worse in my book. She doesn't believe that any relationship I have that is closer than my relationship with her can be worthwhile or healthy (this has been a pattern since my childhood). Recently, this has taken the form of being "concerned" about how papertigers's attitudes are affecting my life. She has no eyes for how much happier I am or how much more active I have been. She simply wants to drive a wedge, and she uses racist stereotypes to do it. How could she possibly think that she could influence my thinking in that way? How could she be so totally lacking in nuance?

*sigh* I'm not speaking to her right now. She probably hasn't noticed, because I live 3000 miles away. The point isn't for her to notice. I'm just not emotionally ready to talk to her right now, and I'm not going to approach her until I am. I just hate this. I hate it.