Dreams my dad

Blacking out during a tornado to see only my house and neighbors house. My dad and the neighbor woman are drinking coffee at a lone table on top of the house with an unplugged toast in the middle. I yell to them and they don't respond.

My dad who has passed came to me in my dream showing a paper where mine and my sisters money is, because my step mom didn't give us out part. He asked if I fought her in court, I said no because I had nothing more then his hand written letter saying what he wanted us to have.

I was in my house and then in the ocean near a foreign countries army was throwing bombs into my house. I knew they were attacking everyone in America not just our house. My parents and I were running around dogging bombs, one huge bomb came through my bathroom window. The bombs didn't destroy anything just like went off but didn't hurt my house.I felt very calm and was almost having fun. Then some sorta of mafia came into my house and arrested my dad for doing dirty business. But then my dad became friends with the mafia. And our house became a mafia house and we were apart of the mafia and it was so fun.

My dad drowning

I dreamt that I discovered I had an adopted brother and sister my entire life, but my parents had never introduced them as that to us so I never realised. It happened really suddenly that I was at home in New Cross, in my room but as an adult, and I think I'd heard some news story about adoption and it had made me think- I wish I had adopted siblings. And all of a sudden it came over me that I did. I'd had an adopted brother this whole time and I had never realised / put 2 and 2 together. I collapsed in tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I ran to where my mum and sister Joanna were tidying away clothes and tried to help and ask questions but I could barely function. My adopted brother was there too - he was a tall, handsome Asian man, very gentle and kind. I asked my mum and dad questions - it turns out they adopted two children, a Polish girl (who was not as close, a difficult adoption it seemed) and this Asian boy, who we had always grown up with and never questioned why. I asked my dad why they never explained to us: "because your mother said you children might not accept / try to sabotage them if you saw them as competition, so decided it was better to not say anything at all." This was classic my parents' approach to parenting- not trusting the kids and keeping their own confidences. I ran away from the room and as I ran I kept collapsing in floods of tears. My whole sense of being and understanding of who I was felt shaken, but I was also overwhelmed with love and affection for this sibling I had never recognised as such. The whole time he was there, quietly and gently present, aware of the emotional roller coaster I was going through and I had hugged him many times in tears already, and apologised for not knowing sooner. I ran upstairs - collapsing in piles of tears alof the way - back to my bedroom where he was in the bed and threw myself into his arms in the darkness and in my tears. I woke up then, not 100% sure if the love I expressed in that moment was more than that for a brother. It was possibly the relief of finding a soul mate. I dreamt this after an argument with my brother who earlier that day said he could not help me / give me advice about my relationship with Ben. I was very hurt and cried a lot - similarly completely overwhelmed / isolated. I felt quite betrayed by him in that moment. He has always been my closest confidante.