I was living with my mother.
We had a lake. A large lake on the property.
It was high, for some reason, over a few hundred feet.
It was leaking. I remember looking at a corner, watching it leak, talking to others about it leaking.
They were trying to fix it by jamming wood under it and hitting it. I wanted to patch it up "properly".
They weren't listening, just constantly pushing me aside and jamming more and more wood under it.
My mother was wanting to sell the lake. Demolish it to make a car park, so she could park her car.
I didn't want her to, as there wasn't any green spaces in the area. She wouldn't listen.
I told her when she was dead I would just build it again.
Looking down from the lake now. Onto a "Zoo" I could see elephants running around.
Into a school. Kids running everywhere. Screaming, running from the elephant.
It changed. There was someone else. We were on the lake, in a car. She was leaning over to get a look outside.
I felt my fear of heights, telling her to stop leaning into me.
She didn't listen. I was pushing her, without any use.
Eventually she relented and laughed and apologised.
I stabbed her.
The alarm went off.
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