What is the meaning in a dream of complexion

Walking hand in hand with my son who very young and is very light in complexion and there is a funeral possibly of my mother

Before I went to bed, I had millions of thoughts running in my head, I was concerned for my grandfather who was hospitalized due to multiple organ dysfunction. He was very serious and all I had in my head was the fear of losing him. It was really difficult for me to close my eyes and these thoughts kept running in my mind for hours. When I slept, I had a dream about my best friend who had passed away 1 year back. His name was Saif, a tall, skinny guy with a whitish skin complexion and a heart full of love for his closed ones. He died in an accident on his way to his math tuition from home. That accident caused him to die on the spot, his hand literally got separated from rest of his body and so did his leg. Coming back to my dream, I was sitting in a movie theatre with my cousin gang and the theatre screen was black and blank.. We kept on shifting seats and then finally managed to find the perfect seats and sat their comfortably until I got a call on my phone. It was Saif’s mother she asked to take a taxi and come to the hospital. I rushed leaving behind my bag, got a taxi for myself and asked the driver to take me. Then out of nowhere, I could see Saif sitting beside me. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a black jeans and black shoes as well. His hand was bleeding from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers and at some areas, his flesh underneath was visible. I still remember his exact words which said “Mehroze, see how badly I am injured, its hurting so bad” in my mother tongue, Urdu. I tried to console him all long and asked him not to worry and said that I was right there with him. Then my eyes kept zooming towards his injured hand and just like we zoom in pictures from our phone. Then out of nowhere I was standing in the hospital along with my family. My grandfather was lying on bed and my dad, my dad’s brother, his sister, my grandma and my favorite cousin brother and sister were standing around him. We were worried for my grandfather. We were crying looking at his condition. My grandfather also had Alzheimer’s. He said ‘I want to go home, this is not my home’ and my dad in return replied saying something which I don’t seem to remember and then my grandfather said something in return too. What was strange was that, my grandfather was not the same in my dream. The man whom I saw in my dream was a short, hefty, fair man with a long white beard and hump back. He was wearing greyish blue clothes and was totally opposite of my grandfather who was tall, thin and white. Then I remember myself walking all the way to Saif. He was admitted in the ICU and I saw him lying there with his oxygen pipe from the window pane. Then I woke up. Feelings: When I woke up I was really scared and worried. I recalled my dream and wondered what it meant. It wasn’t usual for me to see Saif in my dream since he had passed away. At the same time I was worried for my grandfather. Before I could do anything else. I got off my bed and stood up to pray both for Saif and my grandfather. I knew I had already lost my best friend and I didn’t want to lose my grandfather. I was crying in prayers and I was constantly worried.

I had two kids one was like 13 or 14 she was a semi dark but not much and my other one was like 4 or 5 and she was my complexion and The oldest asked me, mom when are we going to move out of here? Because we lived in a apartment that was similar to what I lived in when I was in Texas and I was like I don't know I loved staying here because me and your dad made so many memories in here and I started crying and my youngest daughter hugged my legs