Where Is My Mind?

I wasn't going to blog about this, but I keep thinking about it.
During my marathon sleeping today, I had some bizarre dreams.  The first one I can remember was about me and Sara.  Instead of studying mortuary science, we were going to school to become jewelers at Cartier.  We were browsing one of the stores and there was this guy in our jeweler class that had landed an internship and there was a bitchy woman that had her own pool in the back of the store where she used babies to make pearls.  It was weird.  Sara and I shoplifted a $500 necklace because I liked how shiny it was.
Next I dreamed I had my gastric bypass, but I didn't have to schedule it and it only took an hour.  I was running around at the house I grew up in but had to keep stopping.  I'd hold my stomach and say, "take it easy, you just had stomach surgery."  Even though I kept holding my gut, I was still eating the same amount and the same kind of food.  I kept thinking to myself, "I thought I had to be on a liquid diet, why aren't solid foods bothering me?  Why didn't anyone tell me what I'm supposed to eat?"  That one got extremely weird toward the end with a big video game screen in the sky and me driving on ice trying to play cooperative mode with other people on the ice highway in a first person shooter game.
The one I keep thinking about had my dad in it.  It was the first time he's talked in one of my dreams.  My sisters and I, along with Mom and Dad were living in the woods.  Someone was writing a story about Dad's excellent survival skills and how he'd managed to keep us all alive in that environment.  Even though I was with Mom and my sisters, the writer started talking over my dream, like a narrator, at the same time he was writing the book.  He was talking about how a log sliding down a hill had killed my mom, and how a bear had killed my sisters, so Dad and I were moving into the city.  The dream then cut to me and Dad in a city, trying to expose a corrupt police department.  That bit didn't go too far before there were flashbacks of my sisters being killed by a bear.  Dad had put me in charge and gave me a rifle while he went to catch fish.  The bear came and I couldn't think of what to do and the rifle had disappeared, so I was throwing peanuts at it.  When that didn't help, I tried to put my hands in the bear's mouth to keep it from biting my sisters, but it was too late.  Dad heard me screaming and came running up to see what was wrong.  He saw the bear eating my siblings and me trying to cram my hands in its mouth and he grabbed it and tore it in half.
Things get fuzzy at that point, but the part about Dad killing the bear keeps replaying in my head.  At one point this morning I remember waking up thinking Dad was the only member of my family that was alive instead of the other way around.