Vivid and epic dream

Any dream analysts in the house? Ch, I know I am fully responsible for finding meaning here, but there are so many ways to interpret this.

Let me back this trolley up and first say that a few days ago, I had this terrible dream that I was trying to tell my Dad something and he kept running away from me and laughing, saying some things to me that I won't repeat. I kept following him, calling out "DAD!" but he kept running away from me, faster and faster down this incredibly ancient structure of yellowish brick stairs, arches and pathways.

Anyway, last night, I had this terrible dream that I was kidnapped along with several other people and taken to this 60s-style house surrounded by fences--there was really no escape. I cannot remember much more about the house, but basically I was afraid for my life. The kidnapper was about to throw this party, and we the kidnapped were supposed to have some role in the party (abuse, death?). Then, this motorcycle-jacket-like rig was put on me, a rope was tied around my neck and I was hung horizontally. I felt myself being choked slowly, neck bones moving, trachea crushing, and I wanted to just die and get it over with because it was so horrid.

Somehow, three magnificent beings rescued us that starry night by creating a diversion on the ocean side of the house, leading us quickly to the water. No one noticed the escape, and no one followed, but we all moved quickly anyway. As we realized we were pretty much safe, one of our saviors was a beautiful old friend of mine, Tracey. Her skin was smooth as I touched her face while we hid in the water, moving through the deep parts into the ocean, and then we swam to a sparkly white gravelly trail of a sandbar, which we ran along individually...

The next thing I know, I am walking up a giant hill in the nearby city, which is a Olympia-San Fransisco combination and I come up to a friend's house. There is a white trellis with flowers. I come to the screen door and she is hanging out alone at her house. I tell her my crazy story about the kidnapping, the hanging, and the miraculous rescue and she offers me her washing mashine, and I put my clothes in there, but I didn't put any soap in it. I tell her I am leaving to go to my house---I live 10 blocks away and that I'll be back in a little while, but it takes me many days to get back because my feet were heavy and I needed recovery time from all the shit I had gone through. Her 'mom' in my dream was looking for me and asking her where I was.

That's the end.