Flare's weird dream:
>It starts as all dreams do with a bunch of completely unrelated shit
>But at some point I'm going up a building to a clinic of sorts with my mom
>We have to go up this wide stairwell, the kind with a lot of space in between so you could fall down if you're not careful
>I don't know what the clinic's for, and my mom signs me up for something that I don't know either
>Dreams you feel me, shit's just happening
>Later it seems like I'm in a video game or something
>I'm having a blast, and I make friends with this guy in it, some older fella
>He takes me under his wing, and as a result my behavior starts to change
>I'm becoming a huge asshole
>Later I'm back at the clinic lying in bed, and my mom comes around to see me
>But because of the change in my behavior, I know she's not going to be happy seeing me
>When she arrives, we get into a big fight
>It escalates into violence, I remember saying something to the effect of "I can hurt you more with this pencil than you can with that pen you're holding"
>She can't believe what she's seeing obviously so she tries to lock me in the clinic and leave
>Hoping that I'll just detox there and straighten myself out or something
>But I break out of the clinic and start following her from behind, enraged
>And I call her a fucking bitch or something
>After more violence, I run to the bottom of the stairwell to show her that she's not keeping me locked up, I'll go wherever and do whatever I want
>And there I am, standing at the bottom of the stairwell, waiting for her to come down and face me
>When all of a sudden, she comes falling down in between all the stairs and hits the ground, crunch
>For a moment I'm just completely stunned, then I start crying
>Because MOM WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME
>I run up to her body and try to figure out what happened, but it was obviously suicide
>I start trying to figure out why she did it and I realized it had something to do with some credit score she had that she needed to hold her job or something
>And my becoming awful had resulted in her permanently losing enough points in it to go below what she needed
>So after all that stress, instead of chasing me down the stairwell, she instead went all the way up and jumped
>This triggers a flashback, and I realize that the older guy I'd ended up hanging out with had been there through every stage
>He was at the clinic when we were first there, and he was still watching all this stuff going on
>I get it in my head that he's responsible for everything, so now I'm in full revenge mode
>Run up to the top of the stairwell, where there's a tube leading off into the sky
>I take that tube, and it leads to me falling into an amusement part of sorts
>Deja vu, I feel like I've been to this place before
>(higher on the street)
>I track down the guy to this attraction that everyone's visiting, and I enter the attraction to try and find him
>The attraction seems to be some kind of simulation where people go in and play "roles" in a movie, usually with a horror or thriller theme
>So I sneak into the session of one of the users and start screwing with the movie, figuring I'll cause enough problems that the guy will try to come find me
>He eventually does notice that his simulation isn't running as it should, and he enters to try and find me
>Once he's there, I catch him and give him my "this is my revenge" speech and tell him about how he drove my mom to suicide
>He suddenly remembers, and tells me the truth
>I was one of the guys who came to visit this attraction
>Everything that happened was pre-planned, but before they could take me out and restore my memories to the way it was before, I found the exit and left believing what happened in it was reality
>When I woke up I heard one of the songs I'm working on for MS still playing on my phone, and I could swear that I might have heard it play when my mom died
>gg
>Whatever the case, that song will now forever be linked in my mind to my mom's mangled corpse
>Fun stuff!
 
First of all, Flare, you're alone with your mother in the very first part of your dream. You're alone and working your way around a deep dark crevice. I don't need to explain the implications of that, do I?
Your mother signing you up for something against your will seems to be your own repressed image of your parent.  Think about it. Have you ever been pressured? Maybe it's not that obvious and your mind drew that picture from the lack of communication. Abandonment? Lack of attention? Don't feel the need to answer, just think about it, please.
 
Then your subconscious tells you a way out of this situation, and escapes to the warm presence of a father figure in this story.  Of course, this causes mommy's boy to breathe the air of independence and irresponsibility, and leaves your representation of self corrupted, because you feel uneasy about leaving your mother's side. You believe your mother still cares about you though, that's why she appears in your dream to comfort you when your new life starts crumbling down around you, because we need to interpret the illness metaphorically. Note how the pen and pencil are both obvious phallic objects here, which leads to the conclusion that your actions don't kill your mother. Remember the dark crevice you were treading around in the beginning? The same crevice leads to your mother's perceived demise, so the implications are, again, pretty clear. Your mind tries to convince itself that you still love her, though, and it's unclear whether it's being honest or not.
 
And then your father is just a pure representation of a cold and calculating, Gendo-like man who obviously has a lot of kids on the side, judging by the sheer number of simulations, and it's obvious that you believe he doesn't care about your mother. Note that you openly, verbally blame him for mother's death, which is a symbolic transfer of death from her to him, which your subconscious is too afraid to imagine directly. The implications should be clear here.
 
Long story short, you want to rape your mother and kill your father.
Yours truly,
Z. Freud