A requiem for a dream 11

I had these bizarre dreams. First among them was me living with my stepmother and my father again. It was a bizarre combination of me living with my ex’s family and my dead parents. I like to walk around in my underwear, it doesn’t hurt anyone. My ex’s brother’s girlfriend who was a total tramp caught me walking around in my underwear and she was like “Oh you shouldn’t do that” and then her boyfriend totally got his dick caught in his fly over me exposing my confident natural body to his girlfriend. I immediately moved to deescalate and I was like “Shit I have to get out of this house, I don’t want to deal with any stress and drama” I remember looking at their food, wanting to eat it and feeling guilty over it. It was a bad scene living with my ex. I shouldn’t have done it, I should have been more independent and less reliant upon other people. That was a lesson that I learned in my youth. That turned into my other childhood home with my stepmother and my father. Now my father, he was a dick. My stepmother she was insane. He had a horrible taste in women in his later years, she stole a bunch of money from him and she stole money from me and she was just completely incompetent as a person as well. In the house I remember looking for food and feeling guilty about wanting to eat their food as well, because they would harass me about eating the food in my own home. I just remember looking at the food and feeling like oh shit. Some of this food should be in the freezer or in the fridge. I wanted to help out, but at the same time I didn’t want to help out because it’s their problem, why get involved. I realize now that the more we help each other the better off we are though. After that dream I was at school again. I just remember wanting to make fun of other people and being exclusionary and unsympathetic to their situations but also kind of getting along and having fun. That’s all I chose to remember