The happy place

I just had the dream that:

I was with my daughter and her cousin (my nephew?). They were having fun and playing the computer games or something, getting to know each other.

And then my sister came, she introduced herself to them and I felt affectionate towards her; I had missed her a lot. We went for a walk to discuss how angry and disappointed I was with my (our?) sister. She agreed about everything, so we talked like this in deep confidence about how betrayed I felt. Only then did I realise that she was the one I was talking both to and about (?), but she said it wasn’t her; it was someone else: It was important to her to point out that it wasn’t her her but another her, like she was split in two; the bad version wasn’t the one I was talking to, the bad one was in a mental hospital.

I almost believed her but then I remembered that I have no brother (whatever this has got to do with anything) and that she is my only sibling (this made sense to my dream logic, and was somehow important).

Suddenly I saw her face really clearly, bright like in a dressing room, or like caught by the flash of a camera: The face from when she was younger, pale and rose-cheeked with the red wart in it glowing like a lit RGB diod. Like a warning. I felt a horrible sadness then, almost suffocating, and woke up from this cruel nightmare.