What are neighbor dreams about?

I dream pretty often but i usually don't remember them. This one happened last night and i remember it vividly. Upon going to sleep i was trying to have an astral experience (i've been playing with that idea for a while) but was unsuccessful. I did however have a very vivid violent dream.

In this dream, I was at home with my family. Not really abnormal since that's where I live. But my Dad said something that upset me greatly. I don't even remember what he said. (now we don't have a great relationship irl but it's not a terrible one either. just very distant) and what happened after is the concerning part. I proceeded to fight him. It moved into the back yard, and i was chasing him down as he was running from me, landing blow after blow. I could very clearly see huge black bruises and some blood dripping from the side of his head. Once the fight ended we were in the front yard, he called the police and our neighbors across the street (who were different people from our actual neighbors. these people were younger, maybe 20 some odd year old black women. i think i work with one of them. our real neighbors are a 70 year old white woman and her 50 year old son.) the ladies came over and checked on me to make sure i was okay. then it gets a little weird. the officer that showed up was one that i have spoken to before about some issues i've been having. (the short version is i talked to him about my anxiety and suicidal thoughts; don't worry about that i'm taking care of it) he arrived and talked to me for a bit, writing down my side in his notebook like he was taking my statement then left. An older officer who i didn't recognize and who i think was a sheriff arrived next and took both my dad and myself off to jail.

i've never had a dream like this before. I don't know what to make of it. My dad and i haven't had any kind of arguments or anything lately, he's never been abusive, i can name a handful of times that i felt like i wanted to smack the shit out of him but those are entirely a decade or so old and happened when i was just being a rebellious jackass teenager, and nothing ever actually happened. This is a very disturbing dream to me.

I couldn't escape. My roommate had a similar dream about demons the same exact night.

What gives?

So last night, really the morning actually considering I stayed up until 6 am since I was playing a game with my buddy until then, I had a pretty interesting dream. Most of the time when I dream they’re so bizarre and make absolutely no sense whatsoever, but this one was different... I only remember bits and pieces, but something that’s been on mind since I woke up was this... Well before I get into it’s description let me give you a general background of where I am now. I’ve been out of high school for 4 years now, on my way to finishing my degree in forensic chemistry. I’ve kinda picked up vaping now recently in the last couple of months or so. Let me tell you how this relates to my dream. So I dreamt I was back at my high school, which by the way I absolutely dreaded and was one of the worst and darkest times of my life and I’ve never been more happy than to be out of there, but in it I was in one of the hallways and along with me was a bunch of old teachers as well as my mother as she worked at the High-school as the cashier for the cafeteria. I can’t quite remember who was all there exactly except one teacher in particular. My favorite teacher in fact, my global social studies teacher and for some strange reason I was on stilts or something that made me substantially taller than everyone in the hallway. Also keep in mind, I’m a very short guy in real life, only 5’3”. I went over to him and asked him how he’s doing and it’s been a while all the formalities. After that I give him quite a weak handshake when usually I give pretty firm handshakes in real life. Also, I was carrying a vape (a Hyde) but it was unusually very long and extended to almost the floor in a banana like shape. My mother tells me that’s a bad habit and I need to stop. That’s really all I can mostly remember. One last thing, (this is in real life and actually happened now) me and my old buddies from high school, one who’s now my roommate were talking about high school and they mentioned how much they miss it and loved it but I got annoyed hearing that so I left the room considering it was a bad memory for me, but we did mention my favorite teacher and I found out he was actually a big party guy almost like a college kid which I had no idea until then. He’s a pretty young guy for a teacher so it makes sense. Anyways, does anyone who’s a professional therapist or psychologist or anyone in general that ha thoughts on this matter know what this dream could have possibly meant or decipher about me or my life whether it’s of the past or present?

Quick background:
1. 25f, no kids
2. Recently separated with bf of 8 years

I dreamt last night that I had a son (around 5-6) and was also pregnant with a baby girl and both with my ex. The dream itself was very detailed. It was a very normal 'a-day-in-the-life-of' kind of dream.

I can still see my 'sons' face VERY clearly. His hair, height, the way he moved and talked. And I can still remember how it FELT being around 7 months pregnant in the dream. Even my son's name and nickname and the name we we're thinking of naming our daughter.
I remember the house we had. It was a nice villa in a decent community and had a huge backyard. It was also raining quite a bit throughout the dream.

So in the dream, my ex and I were having some issues in our relationship, mostly caused by some family members. So tensions were kinda high. We weren't interacting much but it wasn't like we shunned each other. It was more like we were roommates at that point.

So the way the dream began was, I was in my son's bedroom helping him assemble a new toy he got. I had a friend over and the three of us were playing with it when the door bell rang.
I go to the door and some of our relatives were there. They weren't really nice. They scoffed when they say my pregnant belly and just made themselves at home. I offered them drinks and food and went back to my son.
After a while, I was in the kitchen making lunch and I saw my ex's (husband in the dream) car. It was a blue car. I could see him parked outside from the kitchen and he just sat in the car for a while. I saw him get out and he came inside the house and I just slightly smiled at him and told him his family was here. All this time I could FEEL the love I had for him and our son. Our son ran up to him and hugged him and they talked for a bit. He then went to talk to his family.
I could kinda hear what they were talking about but I tried not to. It was about how he should leave me. Even though we had a child together and I was pregnant with another. The only reason we had problems WAS because of THEM. They just didn't like me for some reason.

I go to my room to take a nap and I fall asleep quick. This is the funny part ..... I had a dream within the dream and in THAT dream I was rollerblading with 2 others (not sure who they are) but apparently we were homeless and traveling long distances by rollerblading.
We stop at this small roadside food shack and I go to wash my face. Suddenly someone hands me a huge cloth bag and I'm like huh? And to my horror....... There are two huge snakes inside. They're just thrashing and the bag isn't even closed!
In the dream I fling the bag but the snakes kinda come out and touch my hand and at the same time I woke up in real life flinging my comforter aside.

That was it. I have no idea what the dream within the dream was about. All I know is I miss my son and being pregnant and miss being married to my ex despite the family thing..

There is a music festival going on in my front yard. I am with my girlfriend and an ex-friend, who we treat as if she was still our friend. We are walking down the street and decide to go into my neighbor's house and spend the night there. There is only one room open, as if it were a motel. There is nothing in there except a large bed and TV placed in a cabinet. The three of us drop off our bags and go back outside to the festival. It is small, but enjoyable. I spot a group of 20-something year olds under a white tent. They are lounging without a care, surrounded by racks of water balloons. My girlfriend tells me to get a water balloon, so I go up to them. I ask and a woman agrees. She takes one off, then pops it into a large fancy bowl and hands it to me saying, "This is called Dragon Fire Bowl." A guy with her warns her, "Are you sure? Even a drop of that could-" Then he cuts off. The liquid is orange like pop. She encourages me to try some. It tastes amazing! I am addicted to it. I go back to my friends and we retire to the little room. I realized all too late that I finished the drink without sharing.

From here on, the dream cuts like scenes in a movie. It is night. Now I am in my real house watching a concert from my window. It is extravagant, with dancers and bright lights. Suddenly the people who gave me the drink appear in the next room. One of them asks, "Are you feeling ok?"

My dream cuts again. I am back in the small room, but no one is in there. I stand in the corner with blurry vision and a sick feeling. I figure I am just drunk, nothing to worry about. I realize it is really late at night. My brother and a couple of his friends bust in the room, loud, and probably drunk themselves. I mumble something about the drink and Nick is concerned I was poisoned. I assure him it was just pop. They leave and I vomit in my corner.

Next scene, I am still in the same room sitting on the bed with my grandfather. He came to fix the TV. He put on my favorite show, *Supernatural*. We tune in right as an angel is murdering a demon. My grandfather mentions how gruesome the show is. I don't think it's too bad. Suddenly my view becomes more entranced with the show until it is all I see. My view is on the dead demon, who is oozing pink blood from his neck. My sight is like a camera, panning back up to the angel's face. I am the angel. (If you care, the song "Academy Award" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing to set the eerie mood). I can tell I am older than I am in real life, maybe late twenties or early thirties. My hair was cut short and I am wearing nice clothing. With the blade in my hand, I ascend up the stairs. The mansion I am now in was under construction. Sheets hung over a grand window on the stair landing, but a bright white light was breaking through.

I make it to the stop of the long stairway. It is dark here and tinted with a blue filter. I enter a room. A grey pitbull is standing before me, guarding a cradle. The dog growls at me and I realize I am a threat. I move forward without fear and the dog whimpers away. I place my hand on the cradle railing and look down at the baby boy, but from my view I never actually saw the child. I raise my hand with the blade. The dog growls again. I snap my fingers and it rushed out of the room. Before I stab, my side vibrates. It is my phone. I check it and see my girlfriend texted me, "I thought we were going to go to therapy today."

I break from my murderous trance, dropping the blade and holding my spinning head. I realize that was my girlfriend's father downstairs I just killed and that is my son in the cradle. My mind is consumed with darkness, I realize how evil I am. My life is over. How could I do that to my girlfriend?! I seriously think all of this is real. I blink as hard as I can and wake up in a cold sweat.

What does all of that mean? I had this dream a while back, but it has stuck with me as clear as day.