Dream About Punk Bar And Family Drama

It started with a guessing game that ended with a punk bar as the answer. There was an element of trying to impress Greg that I was punk. Then we got up and left. I had long bright green hair and I was with my family, Greg’s family and Mia. We went to this pub with chalk all over the walls that was next to the punk bar (same one as before) and everyone sat in this tight little corner at the bottom of some stairs while me and mia sat with the bartender at this big wooden table. Mia got a cherry gin and I got a hot chocolate. The bartender left to make our drinks and we snuck off the the bathroom and ended up fucking. There was a screwdriver (that changed forms a lot; syringe, plastic thing like a dildo, other things I can’t remember). All that disappeared and then both out families but not mia anyone were at the Myocum house and I was in my room fucking myself with all the curtains down and the door closed but mum came in and got me in trouble and said it was embarrassing cause the cousins were over. She had my screwdriver / syringe in her hand and wouldn’t give it back. I went into lots of different rooms to try again but the doors would never lock no matter what. The doors just kept on coming loose and it really really distressed me that I couldn’t have privacy and lock a door. So I ended up asking to get some fresh air so I could run away (running away was now my goal) and she ran after me. I got to the top of the driveway and she caught up to me and grabbed my long green hair that is now long blue hair and I kept running and she held onto my hair. I yelled back at her as we ran “u can do it, pull as much as u can, pull my hair off, come on don’t be weak” and she did. So some of my hair came out in her hand and I got free. I ran! But I heard her crying so I stopped and went back because I love my mum. She was so sad that she had ripped my hair out and the main point she made over and over again was that she “loved everything about me.” She hugged me and said this so much that I was now in the wrong. It didn’t matter how much I was angry at her before, I was now in the wrong, because she just loved me. So we walked back up the driveway (we had gotten as far as the tree the cockatoos used to eat seeds off) and I can’t really remember anything after that. It included Tully, Rose, and the garage.