Had a nightmare last night that I think might have been worse than the one with my mother and the guns. I dreamt that I was a kid again and my dad was still with my mom. A war had erupted in my country and my parents had to pack everyone in the car to drive us to a "safe place". We drove through this warzone filled with snow, fire, and explosions to this "safe place" that turned out to be a prison. I started screaming at the top of my lungs at my parents as the prison guards restrained me and then I woke up. 

I have no idea why I keep having nightmares this terrible. I'm not sure why repressed childhood trauma would be resurfacing now.