Spent less than six hours in bed. Had a bad night. Remember one dream.

I was inside my house when I heard a commotion (i dont remember what happened before that) and I just knew it was my dad, before I was happy because I knew he was finally bringing the fire wood home but then I knew he was doing something bad and stupid. I looked out a window and there he was going on the wrong way and blocking a train. He was acting like he was in the right and everyone else was in the wrong. The worst thing is that the truck who was in the right way backed up and noone was mad at him for doing that.