Weird dream

I seriously cannot get the dream I had out of my head. So I was at dad's house, except it wasn't dad's house, it was an entirely different house and an entire different neighborhood. He wasn't mean, he was sinister. I walked in on him tearing Ethan's arm off with this machine and then I fled to a house like five houses down and three over before banging on the door and storming in (luckily she saw the alarm on my face and let me in). After telling her what happened she said I could stay with her. The rest of the night I heard dad's car racing up and down the streets, probably looking for me. The next day we Called the police over and over but we were always on hold. That was the worst part. The fact that the police, even, had us on hold. Eventually we set out to the police station but when we told them what happened they didn't listen and wouldn't really care. Eventually we went to the mall, I don't even know why, but we ran into my mom there (dad and mom were still separated but I think they lived even farther apart than before), and told her what happened, and then I stayed with my mom and the neighbor girl left. Unfortunately, we ran into dad at the mall, and Ethan, with only one arm. His long sleeve on the other side was limp. He didn't look happy. I felt like crying then, even though I was asleep. It was weird. We ran from him again but he didn't chase us, and we went to macys. There was a security guard there and we tried telling her that my dad was crazy and trying to kill me but she didn't listen either. When we left macys he was still there and this time tried to take me but I ran away and this time he did chase me. Eventually he stopped and I stopped some paces down, starting to tell him off. Weird. I said something about how he had cut Ethan's arm off and how he attacked mom, even though how did that part get in the dream? It was so weird, I'm telling you. Eventually he tried tossing at me but I ran again, this time to the parking lot, and mom was behind me I think, she was, but she wasn't, because when I got to ther parking lot I wasn't in my moms car I was sin the neighbors car, with her, again. I didn't want to be, though. I wanted my mom, but she drove off, and I don't think I saw my mom again in the dream. I think maybe that's why I was crying so hard. I cried in the dream. A lot. Ugh. I just wish I could get it out of my head.