Dreams feeble

I was visiting my father with my husband and younger children. He was feeble but mentally acute. During the visit, men from a nursing home grabbed my father, strapped him in a wheelchair and took him to a home under my mother's instructions. I was frantic and wanted to take him home with me instead of put him in a home. My mother stood by with a triumphant smirk as a lady in charge explained that I had no legal rights as the spouse makes all decisions. The lady let me see him after my mother disappeared. My dad tried to reassure me that he was okay with the situation even though I could tell he was just putting on a brave face for me and for himself. I woke up devastated.

I struggled to fly. A guy insulted me for being weak and not being in touch with my powers. Another boy named Leon followed me to a cliff I flew off to. I was sobbing. I sat of the edge and my wings shielded my face partily. Leon came and sat next to me. He placed a hand on my back and patted it a couple times in an attempt to comfort me. It was feeble and did little. His scowl turned into a grimance.