Dream About Boxing And Family Conflicts

It started with me at grandslam starting my shift at bumper cars when a few of my coworkers I'm friends with (it was a mix of actual coworkers and people I knew in high-school) came up to me and they were all clearly pissed off about something so I asked what was going on and they told me Matty B (my manager) kicked me off my school boxing team that he apparently coached and then I was pissed off too and then he came up and he was talking about how I wasn't big enough for it but my friends told him size doesn't matter cause it's all about strength but he said his decision was final in the end and I was fucking livid, I punched the railings around bumper cars in a rage until I passed out, someone woke me up near the end of the day though and I got up to finish my shift but Matty B needed me to get a box cutter that was way on the other side of the store and it pissed me off that he was bossing me around after kicking me out of boxing and I thought "maybe I wouldn't be so aggressive all the time if I had a place to work out that aggression but he just kicked me out of boxing" but after a while of searching I finally found the box cutter and it turned out he already got one from the other manager Joel, then I got home and told me grandma what happened, after that my mom's sister (who we never talk to) reached out to me saying she bought me a house and she sent me a slideshow but it was decorated awfully and especially the room that would apparently be my room which had this bright pink like barbie pink bed and also apparently my cousin (uncle's kid, not hers irl) would have a room there too and I thought "it looks hideous and how am I gonna pay for it if I have to stay home and watch a kid all the time" but then I kept rethinking about it cause the place was big and I wondered if I could switch the shitty bed that was there with my own bed but then I thought of living with my mom again and I realized each plan had issues and eventually I brought it up with my mom told her all about her sister's offer and I went to show her the slideshow again and after struggling to find it for a few minutes I showed a couple of slides and that turned into us being at the actual house and my mom's sister (she's not even an aunt, I don't know her) showed us around a bit but she seemed annoyed that I brought my mom instead of coming alone and it turned out she would have a room there too and I kept thinking about how I could decorate and make it look less like a 2010's barbie nightmare, but some guy showed up too who I assume was her husband and I needed a break from the crowd so I ended up stepping away and in some random hall I found a green version of my childhood blanket (my real one is yellow so I knew it wasn't the same one) and I grabbed it but the ties on the edges fell off like they were just stuck on rather than part of the blanket and it made me think "everything here feels like a fake knockoff" and I was looking around some more when my mom and her sister found me and she pulled me aside and tried to talk me up to moving in but I told her I didn't want it and she was like "well you can't keep living like her" talking about my mom like she was a failure or something and I was like "she has her own house what are you on about if I live here I'm still not getting my own house cause I live with you" and she told me "you don't want to end up wasting your life like her" and literally pointed at my mom and when I heard her insulting my mother like that I lost it, I punched her hard in the face, smashed a tall picture frame off the wall, and told her in the most cold hard tone "if you ever insult my mom again I will kill you" and we left and I flashed back to after being told I couldn't do boxing anymore apparently my friends got together to start teaching me the boxing they learned underground so I was still training right under the coaches nose, and I felt good knowing that training came in handy.