Dream About Two Girls Refusing To Move

Just had a dream about two girls in my nana’s guest room sitting on the bed. Currently I am on the couch, I fell asleep out in the living room tonight. But anyways, In the dream, there were two girls who kept sitting on the bed, refusing to move. They looked to be strangers, and they were quite rude. I don’t remember exactly what they said to me—probably some things about my weight or any classic insult, but I know what I said back to them(also insults) seemed to make them upset, shock them from time to time as I desperately tried to remove them from the bed. I wasn’t alone however, to young-adult women were with me, they both seemed to be my girlfriends. They were trying to help me remove the other two girls from the room. I summoned multiple little weapons, mostly focusing on a clean pit of scissors, which i continually was stabbing/trying to stab them with. My effort weren’t for naught, it affected them, but not as well as I had wanted it too. My two girlfriends however, appear dead in the doorway, with actual good weaponry. A bag, and/or maybe an axe. They each had their own thing, and we were all fighting to get them out. Then another partner of mine arrived. I could just feel that they were apart of this polyamoric group I was imagining, I guess. I couldn’t quite tell their gender, if anything, I thought it was another girl, but even with their long dark hair and thin-ish frame, they expressed a strong masculine energy that was also very attractive to me. It was like when the third partner came it, that was the final push, and the two rude girls from before were finally kicked out. Stumbling, one even teleported(?) out of the room when I imagined picking her up by the scruff of her sweater and tossing her out. The sweater itself sagged and fell onto the bed where she sat with a poof that represented her missing body, but then I saw her figure out in the hall, confused, and without the sweater. All three of my romantic partners previously mentioned came into the bedroom with me then, the third, masculine one, motioned to close the door and leave it a crack. As they passed me to get deeper into the room and the other two girlfriends got comfortable sitting on the bed in the stead of the previous girls spots—I went to close the door fully. But one of my girlfriends stopped me and said, “Wait, I think they’re talking out there.. we should listen just in case..” She had a soft pout on her face and concern in her voice for the girls we had just booted. I pursed my lips and left the door open a crack. Before I left the door again, I listened as she had asked us all to. I heard yelling. I even peaked through into the hall way, It looked like a mother and father, yelling at the two girls who were rude to me. Berating them for causing so much trouble, and “failing to even do it right”. One of the girls looked disgruntled and annoyed, while the other was more scared. I didn’t feel particularly bad though. I made my way back into the room, around the bed where I usually like to stand, while my other girlfriends were sitting on it, near the headboard. They were bubbly and happily asked if I was okay, making chatter. The third partner with us was awfully quiet and their face had been obscured to my vision this entire time. I made a mistake, I said out loud, something—about how this was a dream. A nice one, but a dream nonetheless. I noticed my error and spoke too slow after it. Trying to say things like, “oh it feels like a dream.” but no, I said Dream. The other two girlfriends looked confused by my words more than anything, but my third partner grabbed my left wrist roughly for my ignorant speech. I whined at them, knowing my dream would now end soon, saying that I was sorry and didn’t mean It, I wanted to hang out with them a little longer. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t seem malicious, even—just finishing out a task if anything. They gave me a strong look with just their eyes, the rest of their face still blurred, as if to say, “Too bad, now it’s time to go.” I had a small moment of dark paralysis afterward, talking to myself in my mind for a minute before deciding to finally force myself up.