The most fucked up dream ever

my family and i were in some sort of fantasy amusement park with really bizzare atractions, rides that looked like instant death. a carnival of surrealistic proportions. i remember we got on this rollercoaster type ride that was built extremely flimsy but skyrocketed at high speeds. at one of the dips i remember falling out and holding on with one hand, my body flailing in the wind. after the amusement park i remember going back to apparently was my home, a house i have never seen before. my family was there all complaining to me how i didnt have a job and because of it i wasnt able to spend my birthday with my friends. my friends arrived to take me on a roadtrip, i remember seeing amir, paul, derrick, calder, a few other familiar places from the krew. my family shooed them out of the house rather rudely and i became furious so i went into the garage to dance to really dirty dubstep in front of a huuuuuge subwoofer and speaker stack that was playing from a huuuuge boombox. the scene transformed into me being in a truck with my dad going somewhere, we got into a fight that turned violent and i knew he was out to kill me. he chucked me into the back seat of the truck and i waited for the perfect moment to strike. we were going down a freeway when i kicked him out of the door and he started rolling on teh road, the truck steered itself with n odriver. my dream turned into something of a grand theft auto game from there, i remember seeing a map with indicators telling my position and my dads, he was gaining lots of speed. he managed to grab the open window and i grabbed a baseball bat to smoke him off, it worked and i was finally free. i then took control of the steering and tried to make my way home, but i could see that my dad was taking a different route and he was going to get there first. so i decided to book it to another city. the scene changed and it appeared i was at this city living there for quite a while now, i met an entirely figment group of individuals i have never met before. the city seemed to be in a state of crisis, i remember i was a hustler with a group of thugs on the street and we sould hustle people as they walked buy. but then this guy in like a biohazard suit was running towards us all bloody an di was ably ot think of one thing. ZOMBIES!!!! i started to book it as fast as i could in the opposite direction as did all of my thug friends, i ran and ran, i remember spending the night at a really seedy train station all alone. the nect morning i booked it to an old industrial yard where i met some people hiding in large waste bins, it was a scorching summer day and i remember smiling at the sun. we talked about how to get out of the city, and i felt really intimately close with these group of survivors. i was able to see groups of zombies i nthe distance, they surrounded us and were getting closer. they started to break in to a sprint and i notified everyone. there was no place to go so i instictively hid under a blanket and grabbed an old mop as a weapon to fend them off. i could hear them bustling and moaning outside, one of them managed to climb over and collapse right on top of me, he looked really cheesy and pathetic and i kind of giggled. then i woke up.