I dream of ... bees

I decided to sleep from around 1 today until 5:30 (I had only slept from 5 in the morning until 9 a.m previously). I woke up at 4 and went back to sleep, and in that period of time between 4 and 5:30 I had a pretty bad dream. I've always had a fear of bees. A yellow jacket flew under my shirt and stung me at Home Depot once when I was younger, and a little later a wasp stung me on the neck and I almost fell over a third story ledge trying to avoid it. Anyway, I think in my dream I was at my brother's house in Arizona, and I was supposed to go sleep in a separate part of the house or something. In another dream I had a while back, I had watched my brother get rid of the wasp infestation in the part of the house I was supposed to sleep in during this dream. When I entered the room, everything seemed fine. However, there was another part of the room, kind of a sunroom area. Above the door to this area was a wasp's nest and I didn't know until I tried to open the door and one flew down and stung me. I didn't feel the sting consciously, it was more like it had injected fear into me or something. So I tried to get past it into the sunroom, and I had visions of more bees (really, they were big yellow and black striped wasps) and one flew into my mouth and I chewed it to death, or at least tried because I could feel it buzzing around in my mouth. Not pleasant. A second door at the end of the sunroom led back into another section of the indoor room, but this door was swarming with these wasps. I opened it anyway as I was already trapped in the sunroom by the wasps. I eventually made it back outside, having been "stung" more times than I can remember.

Today is my little sister's 18th birthday. When I woke up from this awful dream my dad said something like "all my kids are grown up now. Well, not all of them" as he was above my room. He spoils the shit out of my little sister, she's been on adderall since she was in elementary school, because of that she got into other drugs in her freshman year of high school (she's done acid 4 fucking times and I won't even touch the stuff), she was basically a mean "thug" when we lived in atlanta (and bullied the crap out of me when she was first put on Adderall, telling me to kill myself and basically just being abusive like everyone else in my family [I was already suicidally depressed by the time I was in middle school which my family did nothing about], before she was on Adderall we got along) conforming to all the MTV rap propaganda but when we moved here to michigan she turned into a preppy. My dad rewards her when she and my sister get into fights. I really wonder what the fuck is going on with my family sometimes. He singles me out because I refuse to put myself into slavery, and I consider myself the only adult in the house because I've at least moved out and tried to live on my own twice without him asking me to (once when I was 17, again when I was 19), and both times failed because my jobs drove me completely nutty and because my roommates either charged me too much or didn't want to renew the lease. All of the roommates I've had got their parents to pay part of (or all of, in one case) their rent for them.

So these are the thoughts I went through after experiencing the bee dream.