Ever woken up to the sound of someone sobbing, only to realise that it's you? This happened to me this morning. At 7:30 am to be specific. I was having what one could describe as a very realistic and horrifying dream, whereby my mother was chasing me with a rather large stick, more like a bat really, and attempting to kill me.
I'm 25, haven't lived at home since I was 18, and yet I am still haunted by my childhood oppressors. My parents, that is.