It's Martini Time~!

I've been having a series of weird dreams lately. All involving a single member of my family, a single member of my estranged family, some symbol for violence, and references to drugs.

I'm begining to worry, because I'm pretty sure the seasonal madness is upon me, and I'm not sure if I can stave it off. The dreams certainly don't reinforce my faith in myself, especially since very recently I almost never remembered my dreams.

So yesterday I had two dreams, but only one remains clear. I was talking to my brother (cool guy) and my father (estranged), and I was trying to make peace between the two of them. Then it broke down to a gunfight, only the guns didn't work (they were both dissapointed) and then I was at my mother's house and they were gone.

This morning, I dreamt that I was in an apartment that I don't really recognize, and someone else was there (can't remember who, now), and we were talking about a giant spider on the patio. I hate spiders. My father's wife's son was beating the spider with a shovel for some reason.

I think the dreams mean something, even if it's just a subtle expression of my psyche. I think it would be helpful to grasp them. But I'm lost as to what they really mean....