So I woke up a few minutes ago in cold sweat. Reality rushed out and pulled away the terrors that had haunted me before.

In the hour between when I lifted my head momentarily to look at the time and when I jerked awake from a nightmare, I dreamt once again of a family. Yes, too many odd dreams lately.
The details are fading now. There was a family. (This must have come from watching Mi Familia, the movie, the day before.) Although they fought and bickered, they were happy. Suddenly, one day, one of the older girls gets in a car accident. The information becomes misinformed and leads to accusations. The second oldest member of the family becomes angry and decides to act out on his anger. The youngest member of the family, an innocent boy, cowered in the corner as his older brother walks by..."eighteen, eighteen...," the young boy mumbled. The older brother murders his brother who he thought killed his younger sister. The little boy rushes inside the building...
Then boom, it was a bad bad dream. Alas, the details fade away thankfully.
Also now that I think about it...it must have been from listening to DJ Sakin's Nightmare before I went to sleep yesterday.