Hello to you wonderful, wonderful people!
I was asked to give some personal information and to describe in detail anything that seems connected in order facilitate interpretation.
Maybe it would be best to do most of the personal stuff after laying out the dream so the personal bits help digest the dream? Okay, here we go.

There were two distinct settings that I'm inclined to believe were related! The first area of the dream was uneventful and probably useless, so the second is the meaty section, unless you're partial to descriptions of places and feel that it is somewhat important.

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Setting A
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The first setting was what I believe was either part of an ethnic enclave (Asian, probably Japanese) or a little corner of a Japanese city. I have the feeling that I lived in this place with a youthful old Asian lady, sharing an apartment. While I do not recall anything about the apartment, I remember a part of the city that must have been very near it or contained it.
It was a narrow street with low, compact, and what I could only describe as minimalist architecture lining both sides. This section seemed to be on the effective corner of a hill near a river, which was obscured by the line of buildings. If you followed the road around the corner and down the hill, there would be a small, modern building that must have been a convention center. It's architectural design was somewhat rounded, but it had large blue-green glass panels that were similar to the narrow street's building's. There was a chaotic Asian market area on the narrow street, in one of the buildings, which was an odd shift from the calm exterior.

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Section B
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There was no appreciable transition from the city to this place.

This place was a portrait studio with two small shooting rooms. The walls were solid colors like purple and yellow-orange. The couches were very colorful.

I entered the studio with no apparent goal. As I walked in, I could hear two young men ,who must have been the studio manager and assistant manager, ranting about their employees from on of the rooms. The taller of the two was an Asian bloke who I felt was somehow connected to the old lady I was living with. Maybe he was her grandson? He looked like he was in his 30s. He seemed to be the manager.

I gathered that his subordinates were all young women who did not seem to be shooting as much variety as he needed. He was very upset as he referred to the soft pink and white blankets the girls were using too much in shoots or something.
I remember joining two others on a big, comfy couch that sat against a wall facing the bulk of the studio. I overlooked them initially, being more interested in the manager and his troubles.
As I sat down, the manager was leaving the shooting-room to address a young lady standing quietly about twenty feet in front of the couch. This girl was apparently a human version of Twilight Sparkle, from the new My Little Pony show. She was dressed formally in a light lavender dress shirt with a purple vest over it. Obviously, her hair was purple with lighter purple and pink stripes.
She said nothing as the manager began to assault her - verbally. "This is your last chance, Twilight Sparkle," he warned. He mentioned something about her raising her sales-average. He then pointed out her hair, stating that it was a 'fad' and that it affected her work performance somehow.
As I observed, I sat back in the chair and rested a foot on the opposite knee, essentially crossing my legs. For some reason, I was wearing dirty, non-slip shoes, but I felt quite smug, knowing that I was not being reprimanded. I was pulled away from Twilight's dilemma by a comment made by the familiar person sitting on the arm of the chair next to me. Let us call her Lin.
This brunette, Lin, seemed very amused as she looked down at my legs. I must have given her a inquisitive expression, because I think she said, with a small laugh, "Oh, it's just that my father used to do that all the time". Having not seen Lin in years, this was an awkward way to meet. I was not going to improve the situation with my delayed reply to a person I don't recall ever having a decent casual conversation with.

"How is he, your dad?," I asked, just wanting to sustain the conversation. I was not genuinely concerned about her father, who I never met casually. There was another small laugh and more smiles as she shook her head, but hints of pain that must have been in her expectation before were more pronounced now. There may have been a tear or two as the anguish became very obvious. Neither I or the non-descript person on the couch's other arm said anything.

"I don't care...Or know," she explained, half laughing. I felt like poop.

"I'm sorry. I just assumed that you were on good terms," I think I said.

I'm not sure if much else was said, but she did excuse herself and walked out of the front door, crying. Needless to say, I did not feel so smug anymore and left the couch myself to isolate myself in storage room. There, I think I let out my frustration on a wall or some other inanimate object. I stopped my silly behavior suddenly.I decided to go meditate near the entrance, to obtain equanimity. The dream becomes a bit incoherent here.

As I sat down in a corner next to the studio's front door, I suddenly imagined armed robbers rushing the door, wondering if I'd be somehow overlook where I sat. For some reason, I crawled over to an armchair facing away from the door and laid down behind it. I was not aware that my own father was sitting in the armchair. I think I overheard him talking to the assistant manager about arranging for transportation away from the studio. After a while, I heard the voice of my father ask, "York, is that you?"

I replied in French, saying "maybe", knowing he wouldn't understand. Eventually, I did reveal myself. He simply sat there, in a suit. He didn't even look at me. After a while, he said, "I'm glad you bought your car, York". I knew that he mistakenly believed the car parked outside was mine (The exterior was a rural environment, rather than urban, I noticed). I knew he just wanted to use me for a ride. I knew I would probably not see or hear from him again for years. I was not pleased, but not upset. It was just unfortunate. The dream ended there.

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Background information.
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-I am a relatively young Brony, American

-Yes, I have an unusual relationship with my father, but I consider him redundant. He appears and disappears every few years. Aside from a few memories of childhood disappointment, he has not had much of a negative effect on me directly.

-"Lin" was a girl I had a crush on in elementary school. I encountered her again in high school. I haven't seen her in years, as previously stated. I remember nothing about my only meeting with her father except him telling me ,a mere grade-school child at the time, to lose all interest in his daughter - fast. I did lose interest, but I did still occasionally play with her brother since we lived in the same neighborhood, which seemed to be acceptable at least. I harbor no particular feelings toward the man.

What else is relevant? Hm.

-Twilight Sparkle is a favorable character. I can relate to her. I was anti-social like she was once.

-I do meditate and had a habit of privately lashing out after follies.

-I have worked in a photography studio.

-Asian culture is very interesting to me.

I don't know what else to say at this moment except thank you in advance for tackling this odd dream!