Nightmare Before Christmas

For some reason I rarely, if ever, seem to remember any of the dreams I have at night. But last night I had a nightmare. A nightmare before christmas.

It started off with me waking up. Then I walked downstairs, and the only person down there was Jonathan, waiting by his pile of presents to open them. I then proceeded to go around trying to gather up the family. The first person I went to get is Kent, who I discovered acting strange and angry. I asked him what was going on, and he disclosed to me his little secret...he had become a drug addict and an alchoholic, and he would get his drugs by riding his bike to his drug dealer's apartment. I proceeded to hide his bike in the local mission president's garage so he wouldn't find it so I could help him out with his drug problem.

Then my dream went off on a random tangent about taking pictures of the snow of the house across the street from the mission president's house, and then solving the clues from the pictures to find whose house it was.

After the tangent, I was then back in my house. Kent had found the bike and disappeared, but I was too scared to tell anyone about his drug problem. I walked into the living room then, and discovered that my Dad was so angry that no one was coming down to open presents that he had thrown all the presents away, and was cutting the tops off of the boxes to make cat beds. Jonathan was still in there next to his pile of presents waiting to open them. So I went to find Cherie, and I found her burnt body in bed, and she said she refused to come to Christmas because Dad had beat her up. My mom was still sleeping, and Kristen was a disappointment because she hadn't gone around waking everyone up at 6 am to open presents like she normally does.

This is where the dream ends. I'm pretty sure my subconcious was trying to tell me three things:
1) I was paranoid that Kristen wouldn't wake everyone up Christmas morning, so I would have to go around and wake everyone up who would get mad at me for doing so.
2) I miss Cherie