My real biological "mother" has only gotten with my father because they are dumb muslims, but dreams are symbolic. In the dream I was a kid and this figure was a merging of my wall-denying THOT cousin and my useless, shitty, evil mom; chasing while screaming like a betaizing witch at me, so I made them/her die in what looked like an accident by running in a certain pattern on the streets to make her dumbass get run over by a car. Then I walked over to her corpse, a disgusting man looked at me and said something indifferently like "I knew her - I fucked her" while smiling like a gypsy, because she had been a "indian brothel/temple" prostitute.
Lesson: kill enemies by looking innocent.
Lesson: kill enemies by looking innocent.
