This dream wasn't awesome, but really fucking strange and I need to share it somewhere.
I was with my dad, who was in his early stages of cancer. (He died two years ago of cancer. On his death bed thanks to the gold digging whore he was with he reverted back to Catholisim) Anyway, in my dream I lived with him in this little house. It was raining. He informed me he was converting back to Christianity and left the room, which had a statue of Mother Mary in it.
I pointed at the statue and screamed "No!" but my screams were strained and became really raspy, kind of like Anakin in episode 3. "No! No! No!" I repeated. I finally went to bed (in the dream still). I awoke the next morning to my father reading a letter, he claimed it was instructions from god. I tried to stop him as he went outside.
We're now standing on the sidewalk, and this young guy around my age is walking towards us. He asked me dad something angrily, I forgot what it was, and I saw my dad smile as though he planned it, and was about to attack him. Out of instinct to protect my father, I got to the guy first and put him in a headlock.
The dream fast forwards a bit, and I walk into my dads room seeing him laying on his bed with his reading glasses on and a book held up, as he often did. But the bed was this crazy invention of my dream mind. It was like a heated blanket furnass, and this guy was next to my dad inside the bed being burned alive. I was shocked and my dad whispered "Shhh, he's melting now. Into guts." I heard the kid crying for mercy and I panicked and ran out of the room. So ended the dream.