I know that this thread was for unsolved friend-needing situations, but this seems like the best place, especially since they won't stop.
Backstory: A while ago, about a week, I got into a big fight with my mom. She started saying that I caused all the problems, and that I was always wrong about doing things to my sister (hitting, name-calling... the usual big brother). I started shouting that nothing I did was ever good enough for them (mom and dad), and that they always said it was MY fault for everything that went wrong (involving my sister).
Effect: I didn't know it at first, but since that fight, I've had recurring nightmares about me going camping with my mom and dad. It would always start raining, so we'd get in the car and drive home. In the middle of the woods, I was thrown out of the car and fell into mud. The car sped off. I run in search of shelter, always finding the same cave. Always finding the same bear and his family. The next day, I'd hunt, feed their family, become a part of it, and eventually start riding atop the bear, like a horse. A few days later, my family would come with a girl I like and have her tell me to come home. I'd always say that I couldn't, and she'd come with me. My dad would appear out of the bushes and raise a gun, to which I said "I can't let you do that." He says he has to, raises it, aims, then I shoot him in the arm with the bow, speed off on the bear with the girl I like.
Well, last night, my mom and I talked, and we are now on better, if not good, terms. Or so I thought.
After-Effect: I've still been having the same dream, except, now, instead of being thrown from the car, I'm hanging on (they left without me) to the windows and the bar on top, and someone cuts off my fingers. The bear treats the wounds, and I still ride it, save for it doing the hunting. It's the same until the end, when the girl comes (Julia's her name). She asks me to come home, I ask if they (pointing to the bear and his family) can come too. She says yes. She climbs on the mother bear, and we ride side by side. We go by the car, and I give my dad an angry look, and ride in front of the car, moving slowly. We get home, I put the bears into the wooded area by my house, and then my parents force me to go back to school. We aren't rich, so we can't afford artificial fingers. I get to school, unable to write with a pencil or type on a computer. I fail my classes, and my parents yell at me for not doing anything perfect. I sit in my room, crying and staring at my finger-less hands. I still have thumbs, whoopee. Then I pick up a knife, and the dream always ends before I... commit suicide.
What's wrong with me?
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