So much for dreams coming true

I'm realizing I'm a pessimist in denial. I try to be optimistic, then I say stuff like this

Here is why I don't consider myself close with my family: We all hate each other. Here is proof: My mom hasn't talked to my aunt in years, and now she's mad at my cousin about something (I really don't want to get into that) and is suing my cousin for not returning some communion dress but, truth be told, I think my mom is just bitter. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, I don't like to see her unhappy; however, I hate how she tries to justifies the fact that she loves driving our family apart. I could go on and on about that...
Anyway, last night I had the best dream ever. I was at my grandpa's old house with all my cousins and my aunt and we were all getting along literally as if nothing happened. The exact second I told myself that this was real, I'd convinced myself I wasn't dreaming, and I was completely content...I woke up. I'm not kidding...
I woke up realizing that it will never happen. Our family won't ever be all together again. We can never be the same. There will always be someone that will take their bitterness too far. No one will admit their fault. We're all going to find excuses why it's OK to hate your own family. We always find something wrong with each other. I'm sick of people telling me we're a close family; trust me, we're not.

In the words of the wise, when the fire dies, you think it's over, but it's just begun - Avenged Sevenfold