Dream Interpretation

I usually don't remember my dreams but I had two that were very clear to me when I woke up.  The quick and dirty version of both dreams: a monkey was driving a car, I jumped out to help him get back on the road and offered him a banana.  My uncle was yelling for me to leave the monkey alone then I woke up.  The second dream a blow fly was flying around my face.  I swatted at him and when I hit him, he was squished but didn't die...he flew right back up to my face then I woke up.  I did a little research and found that the "feeding the monkey" dream is about trusting someone who is against me.  The "flies" dream is about someone annoying in my life.  Killing the fly means that I'll redeem myself after a fall from grace.  The interpretations were spot on.  Fast forward to the idiotic conversation below that took place with my mother earlier today.  Anything in parentheses are my thoughts, not part of the conversation.

Mom:  Tisha why would you pay for Taylor to get her tongue pierced

Me: It's her form of expression and I'm not going to force what I think she should be or do and have her being resentful when she's an adult.  She's not hurting anyone and I don't think it's a big deal.  She could be drinking, using drugs, or sleeping around, but she isn't.
Mom: Okay whatever.  Just be sure you give her money and food for the week every week.  Keep your sob guilt to yourself.  I was asking for you to be a parent instead of a friend (uhm, WTF are you talking about?)
Me:  I give her money for food every week.  And if you put as much energy into yourself as you put into minding my business, you wouldn't be so miserable.  I didn't ask for your help or advice, and when I do, you don't want to give it.  Please keep your unsolicited opinions to yourself.
Mom:  Check yourself.  She's not had money or food (oh yeah, I forgot.  Just because you don't see it happen means it never happened.  I forgot that you are the center of my world and that I have to prove everything to you.  I'll be sure to conduct future transactions in front of you so that you know I did it...NOT).  Her friend bought McDonald's the other day.  (uhm WRONG AGAIN! Her friend bought her McDonald's because her friend owed her money).  Please keep in mind that I am not and have not been miserable (oh really?  Is that why you always look pissed?  Or why you regularly yell at store clerks and wait staff?  Or why you've broken eggs on your neighbors cars?  I didn't realize that was how happy people behave).  I will always give my opinion (cool...always be prepared to be put in your place).  Solicited and unsolicited.  You will forever walk in your misery and HATEFUL ways.  Forget me! (::clapping:: bravo!  I applaud that Emmy winning performance!)
Me:  Don't get mad when you get back what you give.  Have a nice weekend.
Mom:  the only thing you and I have in common are those children.  I want no parts of a disrespectful child.  You are out of my future. (Alright Shakespeare.  I'mma need you to speak like it's 2011.  And no, we don't even have my kids in common...you're not their father).
Me:  Have a nice weekend!  How many times do we speak because I reach out to you?  If you didn't contact me, trust you wouldn't hear from me.

Mom:  I'm not mad.  As I said I was giving my opinion.  You don't have to spew such hatred with your response.  I noticed your nasty disposition last weekend and I did

Me:  I gave up on you years ago, I tolerated you because my kids want you around.

Mom: Well now they're grown.  So have a nice life.

Me:  I'm done with your dramatics.  Have a nice weekend.  I'm about to do the same. (At this time, she sent me an email, which I deleted without ever reading).  FYI, I deleted your email and I'm not reading anymore of your texts.  (I stopped reading anything from her at this point).
Mom:  You are so childish.  You will never know how much I regret ever knowing you could spew such evil and hatred.  You will never have happiness with an evil heart.  (Uhm, whatever)
Me:  Yeah, what you said.  Have a nice weekend.

The monkey and the fly are my mother.  After years of stupid arguments, her made up stories and exaggerations about me, and constant meddling, I made the decision that it is time to cut ties with her.  We've always had a "hate-hate" relationship.  Very toxic and unrewarding.  What I have noticed is that when I go long stretches without seeing or communicating with her, my life couldn't be better.  As soon as I try to bring her back in...$hit starts falling apart.  Mom...you ARE the weakest link.  Goodbye!