Going to Hell?

Date: 2/17/2018

in my dream I felt like I was the girl Dre from YouTube sort of and I had to do something really scary and dangerous and I was talking to my actual dad first and telling him there's about to do something scary and I was basically begging him over and over that if I found some way to get through to him that he had to suspend disbelief and do whatever he could to help me get back. it almost feels like I was taking some kind of tripping to hell or the underworld or something. He just kept talking about giving me $200 and I had something to do with my laptops period in the dream I had these two matching laptops that I was going to take with me for some reason and he was talking about replacing them I think and I was frustrated that he wasn't understanding how serious I was and I was getting kind of hysterical. Then he finally cut the cords to my laptops as though that was what he was talking about the whole time having to replace them. for some reason him doing that started the process of me going into this like hell dimension and she started getting weird and I was kind of panicked because I'm holding these two laptops with the cords cut but I still felt like I needed them so I was looking for a bad to put them in and I found some kind of cute angel holographic bag of some sort but it was related to someone dying like there was some story behind it of someone dying. But things were getting all scary and I can't even describe how they were getting scary just that I knew things were getting dangerous and changing and people were changing in that I didn't have a lot of time. I woke up before it got much further because my cat knocked some stuff down. I know further back in the dream there was a moment where people were drinking little Sherry glasses of blood and then making gross-out face. weirdly I feel like Stewie was in the dream but I was watching Family Guy before bed. and I know something bad happened to someone or some people that led to me having to go into this hell or whatever but I can't quite remember it just like walking into someone's house and seeing everything was wrong and maybe people were dead or missing or something or things were just off. I'm losing a lot of the details, but it was really scary. The main thing I remember is just being extremely frantic and trying to convince my dad that if I could find some way to communicate with him that he needed to believe and do something to help me get back. I wasn't sure how I just knew that I could somehow get through to him and that somehow he could help me get back to the real world. I was frustrated that he wasn't taking me seriously.