Steal My Sunshine

I've had two dreams recently with John (my dad)'s dad in them. It's strange because he's not really someone who crosses my mind often. Then last night I had one with him, then woke up, then went back to sleep and had a tornado dream. My painting teacher a couple years ago said that tornado dreams are about emotional disturbance and that he's found that most of the students he's had to visit that theme in their dream painting (generally the final assignment for his intro to painting class) have had problems with emotional abuse in the past. That pairing of dreams is disconcerting to me. I don't know if it has to do with something I'm not dealing with or with his actual health. I know it's been failing over the last year. He's a horrible old man. At least he always was. Maybe in his twilight years he's taken note of how he's treated people and is changing. I don't know. I don't really care to know anymore than I cared to know with John. As much as I hated John at various times, I know where he learned it. I know he cold his coldness and his cruelty and his desire to put on a happy public face instead of making a truly happy home from his parents. It's what they've always done. He came by it honestly.