What are medicine dreams about?

I had a dream last night where my dad helped me have sex with my cousin. He gave us pills, and gave me a condom. He made every one in our family leave, and all of my cousins family leave, although he stayed in the room. My cousin wore lingerie, though I didn’t, nor my cousin never get naked. We never had sex. A couple of detail, the pills where big and bitter. The condom was green and weirdly shaped. End of dream. This also kind of relates to a dream I had a while ago, before my parents got divorced. My dad made me help my mom have sex with a different man. He made me clean up the house, and also have food for my mom.

I just had a horrible nightmare than I choked on my own vomit from drinking and taking pills and I felt myself suffocating and gasping for hair and I kept thinking “fuck fuck this CANT be how I die I still have so much to do I don’t want to let go” and I just drifted off to darkness and woke up screaming and I woke up My girlfriend asking if I’m still alive and idk what idk if I’m still alive
I took sleeping pills and drank vodka before going to bed. I know it’s stupid I forgot I took the sleeping pills before drinking

I went to school into my classroom and then sat in my desk. There were 4 long desks (all connected) with computers for each person and headphones. Plus there was a huge screen in the front. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this but this teacher made us watch and listen to porn and I was literally gagging and had to go to the bathroom to throw up. Apparently it was part of sex education. My parents forced me to go to this school because they think that asexuality is not a thing and that there’s something wrong with me..
Also for some reason at the beginning of the class the teacher needed to measure out fat percentage and had those clippy things that you pinch the fat and measure it. And of course I was selected for this and i was like hell nah I’m not doing that (like I’d need to be shirtless infront of everyone, feeling like some kind of test subject) and ran away from the classroom outside and just ate all of my anxiety pills, cried, listened to music super loud and smoked a cigarette.

I am so embarrassed that my mind made this up, I don't know why or how it did and I feel so guilty. I don't know from which dark corners of my mind this popped up, I wasn't even aware such dark corners existed. I'm on some strong antibiotics for two days + my usual sleeping pills so that might explain it but still, it's so fucked up.

Anyway, I was in a dream where I had different parents (I don't know them in real life, just two people) who were close to my age. I'm an adult woman and they were also in their 20s like me, a bit older, yet it made sense in my dream and the reality in it was that they were my actual parents. The fucked up part, I was very in love with my father in a very sexually charged way. He was so caring to me and in my dream we spent most of our time alone because my mom was at work. The dream was so sensual and full of intimacy. He was so caring to me and I was craving to be touched by him in any way, it's embarrassing to think about such a strong desperate desire even in a normal context. I recall that only his embrace was making me so happy and turned on. I sneaked into his room to lay beside him, I remember hugging his thighs in his bed as he was laying on his back.
He seemed like he was only endeared by how close I was to him but then he showed up fully naked in my room. I ashamed and embarrassed more than any other emotion or urge, and told him to go away, yet after that I was going into his room even more often and cuddling him in his bed and touching him in silence. He didn't touch me inappropriately in my dream yet it was so sexually charged.
I remember one more thing, that I hurt myself by accident and my mom came home from work because of it and I was so mad about that because I wanted my father to take care of me.

I woke up and I'm extremely grossed out. I don't remember the last time I felt so desperate and passionate about a man in real life, if ever.

I just wanted to share this with strangers so I could take this off my conscience.

A little background: I met this guy back November and I fell extremely hard for him but things started to fall off between us and I felt like I was being strung along and/or breadcrumbed. He claimed he was going through a lot but never specified what or talked about it. I gave him space and time went by and eventually I stepped back from situation, met other guys but they couldn’t amount to him. (no longer involved)

Throughout the month we’ve had very little contact and I was unsure of whether or not I should give the situation another try. Very conflicted on what I should do.

TL;DR
The dream:
From what I can remember, we were friends, he brought me around his family, and they all had pill problems as well as him. I know the pill were bad but it was some ppillthat didn’t exist irl. In my dream, he really struggled with this pipillddiction, it’s like he didn’t have a choice to stop but deep down I feel like he needed help. The whole dream felt like a cry for help.