Touched

[Dream in blue.] [Lucid in red.] [Nightmare in pink.] [Non-dream in normal.] I would love to know why I have to start my dream journal with a friggin' nightmare, but ah, well. Whatever. I am in my kitchen, angry and upset. My dad and I... we are yelling at each other for something. I have done something he thinks is wrong. Mom's upset too, but I am barely paying any attention to her, only to my dad and how pissed he is. I am not sure what we are yelling about, but we are both getting madder and madder and madder... And then my dad lashes out. He grabs my throat with his hand (big, big hands, which is strange because my dad's hands are not that big) and starts to squeeze. I can still remember feeling his hand closing in around my throat. It was so real. And I was suddenly terrified. He stops yelling now, but he is still squeezing, and I am choking and I cannot breathe. He tells me off, quietly, and angrily. Mom's gone now. I do not know where she went. Next thing, I am in my bedroom, and my dad comes in. He says he wants to talk to me, but he does not look much like he is repenting, more like he wants round two. I tell him sure, and that he should sit on my bed. When he tries to close the door, I ask him not to. I want it left open. He sits down on my bed on the side closest to the window, and we start talking. I barely remember what we are saying. Then, when he gets angry again, he reaches out, puts his hand on my throat and says something about what he is doing. I ask if he is going to strangle me or something, completely terrified at this point and he says, "No. You are lucky I do not just break your neck." This dream has stayed with me so much. It is horrible. I trust him, I am just having vile flashbacks and when he touched my neck to kiss me on the cheek to say goodnight, I had to try so hard not to move away. Please, let me have better dreams tonight. -.-