Strange Lesbian-Lover Dream (Complete With Annoying Symbolism)?

I've already asked this question, but it hasn't elicited many helpful responses, so I'll try a new section.

I was in the dining room with the family and we were playing a game. All of a sudden, the ground starts shaking. I yell "earthquake!" but my brothers and parents seem not to notice there's an earthquake at all. I keep yelling and waiting for them to do something, but they keep playing the game. I run over to one of the doorways and crouch down, waiting for it to end. Only when it was over did they all notice there had just been an earthquake. My parents wanted to check it out, so we all got into the car and my parents drove us around, looking at the damage. The roads were cracked and split in half, and bridges were down. We went into a city with huge, tall buildings that loomed over us. I told my dad to go back in an open space, in case there would be an aftershock. He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about, "Aftershock? What?" he kept saying.

Finally he got bored and it was just me and my dad in the car. He drove me to school and I went inside. I was in band class, for some reason. I got my instrument and sat down, when my crush came in and saw me. She said hi and I waved, then she got a guitar made out of wood, just all wood, and came to sit in front of me, facing me. The guitar was shiny and beautiful, like the wood on a violin. It was small and rectangle shaped instead of the classic shape. I asked where she got the guitar and she said something about her grandfather making it a long time ago. Then she put it down and leaned toward me, and was looking in my eyes. She put her elbows on her knees and her hands were folded. Her legs were right up against mine and she was flirting with me. I don't remember exactly how, but she was. Then she got up and my knee was interlocked with her leg, somehow, and it was right up against her, erm, kuku kuchu, if you know what I mean. Then she sat back down and started playing some music. I don't remember the music or what she played, but I remember liking it. Then class started and she left the room. I sat down and she came back in and kept smiling and looking at me.

Class ended and my father took me to a hotel, and he was trying to look for a bar. I followed him around and there were a bunch of gay and lesbian couples around us. I was afraid he'd get mad or overprotective, because he's an extreme homophobe in real life. But he didn't do anything, and I was surprised, because he treated them like they were normal people (they ARE normal people, but he doesn't think so). I was very glad he accepted them, because he would not be mad at me if I came out to him. We left the hotel, unable to find the bar.

What do you guys think?