Dream About Religious Meeting And Family Conflict

This was a long dream. It started with me at a religious meeting. I had to fix my dress, so I ran to the bathroom. For some reason I thought “oh this boy will see me and I can’t let him see me like this.” So I went to the bathroom and freshened up. The dress was long and black, with long flowy sleeves. It had blue flowers all over it, it’s a dress I own in real life but in the dream it was bigger. I originally accidentally walk into the men’s bathroom, then quickly return to the women’s bathroom. Both bathrooms were completely full. Me and a couple other women get the dress put on, pinning it in spots to make it more form fitting. Then the meeting starts. My family sits next to a close friend of mine, who is here without her husband which is unusual. We sit in the back row and the meeting starts. My dad lays his hoodie out on the ground. Suddenly, this friend of mine kicks the hood of the hoodie very gently, but my dad sees it and it angers him. He gets up in her face and starts very loudly harassing her about how she shouldn’t touch his hoodie. Everyone around us turns around because he’s speaking so loud. He eventually calms down but me and my mom are angered he did that, as he does have a history in the real world of having a short temper. He just never takes it out on anyone other then his family. My mom grabs the hoodie and starts trying to rip it up but it doesn’t rip. Then I get involved. I start hitting the hoodie, trying to tear it up and scratch it with my nails. It never tears. I start to notice the color of the hoodie slightly coming off the jacket in small little lines from where I scratched it. My dad just watches us. Me and my mom finally stop, and my dad is angry again. He tells my mom he should start hitting me, I think 19 times is what he said. Then my mom grabs me and starts lightly hitting me, making it look harder to my dad but not hurting me. I remember numbers clicking down in my brain everytime she hit me, it would go down a number. Like I only had this many hits left. She only hit me about 4 times, each time I just laughed. We sat down again and my friend looks at my mom and says “I don’t know what to do” because he’s still mad at her. This upsets me and I say “now you know what we have to live with. I’m going to go tell someone what he’s like.” And my mom gets teary eyed when I say that. I get up and go walk to the other side of the building. There’s 6 men sat in a line, these men are in charge of everything. I try to get their attention, but the first time they only look at me then ignore me again. I try one more time, waving my arm around when one man begins to get up, sits back down and then another man gets up instead. He leads me outside. There’s construction here, and despite the building being full of people the parking lot is empty. We jump in his car, which is the only car there. For some reason, we see the northern lights which is weird because we live in Colorado and that’s an unusual sight here. We sit in the car and he drives up to the opening of the parking lot and stops. I am about to tell him about my dad when the dream ends.