What is the meaning in a dream of swearing

I waswearing mangal sutra in my dream

Me and some friends were messing with demons and we fell into a hole filled with pink fish and my mom kept saying not to touch fbe bottom or your feet will burn. We swam to shore and there was this path keeper lady who showed us where we were and we ended up at a theme park and peter pan was there only he was really gay. And then I got hired to decorate the rides and I had to go in the basement and I'm scared of basements and I had to set up this doll that looks like a cupcake and then my grandma and brother show up and take us on a ride with a boat and the boat tips and none of us can swim so my grandma pulls out those fake mermaid tails and they help us swim and we go to this hotel with my mom and dad and my grandma but the floor is all wet and those pink fish are there and there's a lot of teddy bears and my grandma keeps swearing. Then the cupcake doll chases us and we try to get home but we can't and then I wake up

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money