where is all of this coming from?

I feel like I, or we rather, are emoting all of the place.

...A night or two ago I had a dream that in a word was disturbing. I was in the pantry of my childhood home. As an aside, this pantry planted the incorrigible pantry-fanatic of my current obsessive mind with its wrap-around counters and cabinetry a plenty, a real dumbwaiter and a full window. In the dream I stood staring out that very window beholding soft waving grass of the pasture out back . I looked down unbelieving at the red formica counter that held a gray and pink mass of brain that I knew instantly to be a lamb's brain.  There was no surprise at how or why it got there because there was a scapel to the right and an awaiting jar to the left.  When I turned to ask my dad whether it was indeed meant for my classroom he stood, leaning against the dining table with the lamb nestled in the crook of his arm.  Without my preamble he asked if I would help him put the little glob back because this lamb wasn't ready to be done with its brain matter quite yet.  The sweet lamb turned to look me at me as if to support what he was saying and then craned its neck out to me as my dad lifted the top of it's skull, skin and all, like the hinge of a jewelry box.  In the dream it all seemed perfectly natural to take and replace brains so casually but upon waking I was left in a slight state of emotional unrest. 

...I implemented an April Fool's handed down from my lovely sister like so many other treasures on my wee bairns.  Early Thursday morning I told them that the principal called and she was cancelling spring break because some kids got into trouble.  I hurried them to dress, brush and grab their backpacks.  Aidan could not believe the injustice of it all and Nadia was ready to find each kid and serve them some sort of punishment herself for 'stealing her family days'.  We pulled up to the school after a car-ride full of complaints, bargaining and a moment or two where I felt like I was more the fooled and less the fooler as they neared tears.  I made a show of asking where all the kids could be and just where was that principal's car anyway?  I asked them what day it was to which they both replied, "Thursday, JINX, you owe me a soda!" Disregarding the teachable moment that we are from the northwest and say POP in these here parts not SODA like Tony insists, I reminded them that it was April Fool's Day!  Aidan was certifiably ticked and Nadia's biggest worry was that I made her get dressed for nothing.  I drove through the parking lot and directly over to Viera's Bakery where I made it up to both of them with donuts and chocolate milk.  We plotted how they could get back at Auntie M for giving me the idea during the ride home. 

...We sat three abreast on the couch, Tony studying, me reading and Nadia burrowed between watching Marley and Me.  It wasn't long before the books were down and the tears were streaming.  With Margo wound around his feet Tony said it is sad, but dogs die, you know that going in.  It took until the scene of the mourning kids fluttering their letters into the grave for him to choke up.  I tucked Nadia up on my lap and we sniveled.  It was our own doing.  It is like when Nadia and I see Steel Magnolias running we have to stop and have a good cry.