Dream About Scattered Dreams And Pottery

My dream felt very scattered, lots of pieces here and there, very nonlinear. I remember being at a large estate or mansion. It wasn't owned by myself, but by some family friends. I remember it being nighttime, we were outside on the grounds and I remember there being this pottery everywhere and we were on like a tricycle, me and this other boy that I can't pinpoint and we ended up hitting some of the pottery or some of the objects and they shattered, resulting in the female crying or getting upset… Now I can only assume that she was the wife of whoever owned the mansion or she owned the mansion herself. That was undetermined. She may have even been somebody's mother. I kind of feel bad but also I don't because I wasn't in control of the tricycle we were riding and it made no sense to me that it was just cluttered everywhere. I remember it being Christmas or something to do with Christmas, where we were looking at old files from the previous year where we could see videos. There was also a scene where there was like some like digital file where we could read notes or like secret notes that we had left intentionally for other people to read next year, which was the present. I started to read my secret note out loud, but realized that I shouldn't because it was kind of spicy. It was from a boy. He was Asian. He actually happens to be one of my residents at the Shelby. His name is Thomas, which I think is interesting because that's my dad's name. And I remember reading something like, Dominique is this hot guy. And then I stopped reading it. There is this tangent in the dream where the scene changes and I think we're trying to recreate the messages for next year but the equipment we're using seems very outdated and we're at this pawn shop kind of place and I buy this hard drive only to find out that it's not compatible with the system that we had originally used. I end up placing the hard drive in an open slot in a computer that was built, I'm guessing by my father, in our childhood home. I just place it in the slot knowing that it's not going to work and just leave it there. Now, the scene either changes or I have another dream altogether after waking up, and this time it has to do with something that seems sinister, something to do with religion, something to do with demonic entities coming to this world. There may have been some shortage of food and we were pretty much being bribed to change our beliefs with hot dogs and snacks. I remember not really caring about the hot dogs or the snacks because they didn't really offer any nutritional value, but it felt like everybody else was drinking the Kool-Aid and signing up for this out of desperation. I didn't know what to do, so I kind of just went with the flow of things. My mind was almost like, fuck it, well this is where we're at, so I guess I'll try to adapt the best that I can.