What are arguing dreams about?

Can ya’ll help me?

So basically last night I had a dream. Some of the details are very fuzzy so I’ll just tell what I remember. I was in a hospital with my father (who is Indian) and an African American woman, who is supposed to be my mother. My brother, also an African American, along with an unidentifiable kid was also in there. I remember my dad and the woman constantly arguing. It was very severe. At some point, the woman was supposedly getting shipped off to the other room and a pill dropped. Either my father, the woman or one of the nurses were telling me to “just pick it up” in a very angry manner. So I go out and and time just skips to me coming back somehow my African American brother made me angry and I told him to STFU. My father notices this and promptly decided to deal with me. He beat me up, brought me by the neck and pants and went all over the city while lecturing to the boy how Asian parents deal with their kids when they’re slighted. I noticed the time switching between 7 and 4, and it was night time outside. And that’s where the dream cuts off.
I know it’s very surreal. Can any of you help me to decide this?

i’m in a parking lot. suddenly at a gun range w my biological dad. i see two of my current coworkers arguing. random settings appear of people dying (gunshot, stabbing, etc). wake up IN DREAM to sawing sounds. mom is cutting up my brother right outside my door. i’m fucking terrified and she keeps telling me to look. he had no arms, no jaw, no legs, no eyes. just a t-shirt and mangled meat. i keep yelling what are you doing and she repeats “why do they have to hurt” and “it’s okay” then suddenly she moves to me and i wake up after she stabs me several times.

In my dream I was telling a story of an old man to a guy. The story was original, I was making up the story as I go. When I was able to end it well I was actually surprised and said out loud, "Shit! I was able to make a story!" I was happy. But then this guy didn't even listen, took my glasses off me and told me, "Look at your glasses, why is this so dirty. See? I cannot even see through this." I got annoyed and argued that it was my glasses so he shouldn't care about it. He then mocked me and wore it himself but I just laughed and told him that I like my glasses that way.

The dream itself was very long and draining to have. I was watching a 2 hour long analysis/breakdown of an experimental horror movie. The title of the movie, as you may be able to guess, was "Lars and Tsil". It was the most depressing, soul-crushing piece of media someone could watch, and I had to google it to make sure it was really a dream, as I could've watched it in a semi-lucid, semi-blackout drunk state.

The movie was about a food reviewer (Lars) and his mom (Tsil). It was shot like a home movie, and followed the two main characters in their daily lives. They lived in the woods, secluded from society, and became increasingly shut-in as the movie went on. Lars' videos became stranger and his mannerisms, increasingly cryptic, he spoke only in tongues and riddles near the end and his took only a measly bite of the food he was reviewing.

The mom, Tsil, spoke less and less as time went by and would spend all day in her rocking chair, staring at a clock on the wall. The analysis argued she was simply tired of living and waited for her own death, or the moment this clock would stop ticking.

By the end of the movie, they made a suicide pact and ended their lives. The last scene was that of an obituary on a newspaper, zooming out, you could see that it was an empty street. A gust of wind blew the newspaper into a sewer grate, and credits rolled. This supposedly symbolized how everyone is forgotten in the end, no matter how they lived their lives. The only thing you could control was *how long* before you were forgotten.

This dream has left me deeply shaken and I feel an omnipresent dread. This dream fucked me up just a little.

First I was in the girl's clothes shop Miss Selfridge. I wanted to try some clothes on but they were letting men into the communal changing room so I decided not to.

Then I was in what appeared to be a college. My vagina had somehow become torn and needed to be sewn up. So I asked on of the computer techs who worked at the college to do it. She agreed but said she would sew it up tighter than it had been before (presumably to make it more attractive/tighter for potential lovers?). I did not want this. I didn't care about its attractiveness, I just wanted it fixed. I insisted that she sew it up exactly as it had been before. She was insisted she make it tighter. We argued about it and she said i should listed to her because she knows her job. She said to me something like, "You can't just write a book, can you?"to prove her point.

Suddenly I had a random friend with me and we told her, that actually, we'd already written a book, a very funny one, about a tramp.

During most of this dream the song "I'm too sexy" by Right Said Fred was either playing, or we were singing it.

What could this dream mean?