True and Frightening Dreams

Last nights dreams held so many truths and riddles, i'm still starved and attempting to gobble what i know up.
Here is the situation: As those of you who read my blogs know, my parents are going through a rather nasty divorce... and I am feeling rather fatherless right now. Well in my 1st dream I finally said all the things to my step-father that I want to say now. The reason i haven't said them in real life is because I'm afraid that if I say them to him now, he will think my mother put me up to it and then it will be harder for her to win custody of my sister. I don't want to do any harm to them by speaking my mind. At the same time, I need to express this here, so I will.
I dreamt that we were (once again) in our trailer next to my grandmother's house (it hardly seems possible that I have not lived there for almost 6 years now, it remains so vividly etched in my memory). At any rate, we were in the master bedroom at the far right end of the trailer. He was talking to a little child, I think it was me as a child. I remember hearing myself speak to him.
"Fuck off, dad." This startled him from speaking to the child, then he looked at me and he grew very angry and told me to get out. This made me even more angry, so I turned and began screaming as I walked away.
"This is bullshit! A 'Godly' man doesn't treat his wife like this, a 'Godly' man doesn't treat his family like this. If he truly follows his God he does it with all of him not the parts that work out okay for him. Fuck you and Fuck off." Now, those are not the words of a young christian woman, but those of an enraged moralistic young woman. I just wish that the look in his eyes in my dreams had been sadness for what I was saying and guilt for what he was doing rather than Anger. Because then I could've truly believed that he still had a conscience or that he still at least belived the things he pounded into my brain as a child. "Man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God." And right now, he is starving because he isn't even taking in some of the bread...
Then I dreamt about Toshi (X-Japan) and Masaya (now, ladies and gents, i've never spoken to Toshi before, I've never talked to Masaya but for some unknown reason Fawny and I had discussed some of the stuff going on there last night. I won't get into great detail on it. At any rate, it had been discussed before I went to bed. Now, I wasn't thinking about it when I went to bed, I had been thinking about a different dream from about a week ago... which we also won't talk about.) The next thing I know, I'm dreaming about it...
And obviously, because my mind can't handle exact truth, I had other things going in this dream too... Dragons to be specific. Has anyone seen Pete the Dragon? Yes, thats who was the template for the dragons in my dream. I even called him Pete.
All I can remember of Toshi is him standing next to this other man. This other man was shorter than Toshi, with black slicked back hair. A pudgy face and pudgy body. And he was wearing all black. He was very crisply dressed, looking very sharp. He and Toshi were shaking hands. He was someone always seen around Toshi and everyone else, but something wasn't right about it. He almost looked american from where I was standing. Obviously he wouldn't be, because he is from Asia, but it was all very odd.
Then I was dreaming about being with my "Pete" the dragon. And I was trying to protect him, but it wasn't working. The man who had been standing next to Toshi suddenly appeared. Dressed in silky/satiny grey pajamas. He seemed to think that I would sleep with him to keep Pete, or something like that. All I know is that there was a major undercurrent of sexuality trying to drag me under. Thats when we began to fight. We began by screaming at each other from opposite sides of this massive bed with Pete standing behind it. I was telling him all the lives he had destroyed: Toshi, and i named off many names I don't recall but it was understood that they were both people and dragons. He kept telling me that he made them better, and that he was sorry for their deaths, but it was not his fault. He had the cruelest smile painted across his face. Like the face of a demon in man's flesh...
Then I think I punched him, while Pete stood behind me, watching on. The man was stronger than I was and he was getting in a lot more hits. Strangely, I FELT every blow. I remember that I ripped all the buttons off his silky/satiny shirt and he became excessively angry, throwing more punches at me and beating me. At one point I got hold of some chain like objects. I swung them round and struck at him, but he caught it and wrapped it about his fist then delievered a blow to my mouth. He knocked my two front teeth loose (movign them back), but didn't knock them out. Blood was coming from my mouth for a few moments then stopped. (When I woke up, I was expecting to have a bloody mouth from the force of the blow to my teeth. Thats how much I felt the hit) Then he was on top of me, pushing me down onto the bed and he had an object that it was understood would kill me if it touched me. Out of desperation I cried out to Pete.
"Pete, HELP ME! Please, Pete, HELP!"
And i could see it go through his mind in pictures and words. "The man's head looks kind of like an egg, eggs break." A picture of an egg appeared and it cracked in two, spilling the yolk.
Right before Pete did anything a woman appeared, who I understood to by my mother or a mother figure. She said, "Who is it though?! Who is He?!"
And I cried out "Masaya! Its him!!" and then she looked at me, eyes wide, "OH! Its him! The one we've been looking for?!".
"YES! HELP ME!" then she disappeared. Then Pete took the man's head and with a swift crack of his dragon wrists brought the man's head down on the concrete like a cook with an egg on the side of the bowl. The man's brains leaked out from his cracked skull just like the egg yolk and he twitched and shivered. Then I stepped over him and ran towards an airplane, with Pete close behind me. Then I woke up.
Obviously, i had many other strange dreams after that one, since i kept drifting in and out of consciousness. But none of them quite as pertinent as these two.