Sea of the Unconscious

I went out with my sister and father, and argued with them. My privileges were removed, so I turned my car key over to my father. I was furious. My father drove us home. I withdrew to my room to find that it had been ransacked, for my parents had suspected that I was hoarding pigs in the house. My sister was the one keeping the pigs though. These pigs were quite rare, and she informed us that we'd be heartless people if we did not care for them. I became angry and jealous that it was acceptable for Dana to keep pigs in the house. I imagined that I would have been punished if I had brought them home. I then contemplated asking to take one from my sister.
Then the scene changed. My fiancé was coming to visit, and I was angry because I still did not have car privileges and I could not easily leave the house. We decided to push my car into a neighbor's yard to make it seem like we had left in my car, despite me not having the key. We planned to stay at a bed and breakfast for a night or two.
Then the scene changed again. My fiancé didn't exist, and I was ten years old. I was still angry with the world and grounded. We shared the house with a lady, so I went to her room to cool off. The neighbor got some water for me. When I drank out of the cup, I realized I had bit into my dream pet fish. It was dead. My mother appeared and claimed it was an ill omen, while my father claimed it was a good meal.
We weren't allowed to travel outside because it was flooding, and the pouring rain was very harmful. My father pulled us out onto the porch to show us that the rain was taking the water out of the houses, grass, and people. I was afraid to be hit by the rain on our porch. Since the rain was removing color from people and objects, I imagined the raindrops would cause me pain.