Social Media Contributed To Disneys Day Of The Dead Trademark Fail

Argument With My Mother, Aunt Butts In? Ok so everyone gets in arguments with parents, no one has a perfect relationship with anyone at all times, thats life. My question has nothing to do with the argument itself, it’s about a 3rd party.

Here’s what happened though. We had our little fight, after that (and still) not a single word to my face about it. (We live in the same house right now). Instead, my aunt sends me this long text pretty much telling me off, talking down to me, & telling me what i can and cant say on my FB page. (Im an adult) The argument had nothing to do with ANY third party such as herself. It was about things that happen between me and my mom at home.
I did not respond to her text because I feel it was not her business whatsoever & she should have stayed out of it, like I have done for her in the past.
I want to tell her it’s not her business, but her excuse is “yes it is my business that’s my sister and you don’t have a say” blah blah. So shes concerned that’s her sister, but I am her niece and THAT doesn’t matter? Mind you, this argument with my mother was not a big huge attack fest. It was relatively minor and fixable with the correct communication.
I found out later that my mom texted my aunt to take care of it FOR her instead of coming to me. I can understand my aunts concern since no 1 likes to see their family go at it, but I just think there should be limits of involvement. In this situation, an intervention was not needed& actually made things worse.
I have ways of addressing the situation with my mother, that’s NOT why I’m asking for help on this site, so please leave those answers for someone else.

My question is how can I tell my aunt to stay out of it & mind her own without creating more problems or being too disrespectful? I mean, it had nothing to do with her whatsoever & even worse how she spoke to me, she does not have a right to tell me what I can and can’t do with my social media page, OR with my daughter by talking down to me. HELP! 10points best answer!!

Having Nightmares About My Exboyfriend And Busses? For the past few nights I’ve spent at home with my family, I’ve had these vivid nightmares about myself being trapped and even seeing my ex boyfriend in my dreams. We broke up a year ago, because I felt as if he wasn’t putting effort into our relationship because he wanted to focus on becoming a professional video gamer and put me last (when we were already long distance temporarily because of school), and I’d had enough. When I ended it, I suggested we’d have some time apart, to leave option open in the future when we actually had time for each other. He didn’t take it well, and ever since we broke up, he deleted me from social media and never spoke to me again, though I relentlessly tried, and felt immediately terrible for breaking up with him.

He eventually moved on to another girl, and I’ve just been left lingering over just having one last conversation with him and feeling like I’m still in love with him, and that I’d made the wrong decision. So, I guess I do think about him a lot.

My dreams mainly consist of my being held captive by someone and trying to get out of this locked apartment this strange woman put me in, and she takes away my cell phone, so I can’t call anyone or ask for help while she tortures me. Somehow, I break free with a phone and call my dad to rescue me, but he tells me I’m graduating from the college where me and my ex went to when we first met soon, and need to get ready. So, I run over to the auditorium, it’s late at night, and I see there’s busses to take the (presumably) already graduated students back to the school. I run into a mutual friend of my ex and I’s that we met at the school and he tells me there’s no hard feelings and that he’s happy for me. When I peek inside the bus, I see my ex, who’s talking to someone else (not shown) in the same way he always talks to people, expressively with his hands. He glances at me while he’s talking, but still says nothing and doesn’t acknowledge me, even though I wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t, I run over to the auditorium to graduate from our college.

The night before, I had a dream where all I did was ride the bus back and forth, in the middle of the night, to my old elementary school. The busses get progressively more and more packed, and I just sit in the back looking at the dark scenery, like out of an Edgar Allen Poe passage, and observe. Finally, I get off the bus, and go inside the school, looking for a counselor. The school is closing, and I’m told I have to come back tomorrow for psychological services. So when I get back on the bus, it’s packed, all the way down to the last step, and the bus driver (who is, in real life, a shuttle driver at my university) tells me, I better squeeze on or I will get left behind. I think about it for a minute or two, and decide to hop on the bus, uncomfortably, full of men and boys I’ve never even met. Both nights, I’ve woken up frightened.

Any interpretations?