Step Father and Firepower

I'm living on Kaua'i. I'm in my plantation house I grew up in. I feel the wooden floors under my bare feet. My father and two sibling are in the living area, and I over hear words like, "Divorce", "beat up mom." At that time I get a sensation of anger mixed with courage. A courage I lacked when this scene occurred in waking consciousness. I had some words with my stepfather, they didn't come out as coherent as I like, and I felt that I was accusing and argumentative. He reacted just like he would in waking life with intimidation and mental/physical violence. I stood my ground, "You cant beat us anymore!"

I transported to an upper class suburban community near mountains. I walk inside the house and my stepfather apparently made the same trip to this new, large house. My siblings are there and younger daughter from a recent wife after my mom. This is strange because this daughter wouldn't have been born during this scene in waking life. Another note is my mom is nowhere to be seen. Again my courageous anger pulls me to my father face to tell him he has hurt us in so many ways.

It's not so much what said that resonates with me, it's the emotions and visual facial expressions that hit me. Seeing my step fathers furrowed brows and green, beady and angry eyes. A face and person that would terrify me in the past. I stand up right up to that man and told him, "go away from here!" He reacts by drawing a black pistol quick as a western gunman, and points it straight at my was face. I feel no fear and he disappears. I think to myself, (something I think in all forms of consciousness) "when guns are involved call the police. "

I could have pulled out my own weapons, but I don't. I wait in the house for the police to

come. Its sunny and well lit. I see my step father talking to his daughter. The police come and he leaves with them. I stay at the house for a little while and I leave.