Dream #3

Just had this one this morning. It was rather graphic and dark for some reason in parts.....

I was in my uncle Don's kitchen but none of my extended family was there. Sitting at the table were family members (dad, Sam, Jared, Beth) and Graham and Gordon. My mom was in her bedroom at our old house, which was somehow down the hall from my uncle's kitchen. She was dressing and getting frustrated because I kept going into her room to update her on what was happening in the kitchen. She seemed to always be trying to put on nylons and was falling all over the place, but did not want help. I did not offer in the dream though and I seemed oblivious to her wanting me to stop communicating with her, even though she clearly told me to in the dream. In the kitchen, we were all preparing our characters for something. It was never clear what we were preparing for, but we were all looking at papers and getting dressed in costumes. Looking back on it, it seemed like a murder mystery perhaps, but this was never stated and the papers we were looking at were typing paper, not the murder mystery booklets. Gordon, as usual, was a women and was getting dresses as one like he has in the past for murder mysteries. Graham was constructing and painting a  model of a man climbing up a wall. It was vaguely DnD-ish and he was dressed in his brown Star Wars cloak. On the table was a black and white, very graphic picture of a dead women. I won't explain in detail, but it was very graphic, seeming to transform and change based on what was being said about the photo.My dad was cutting it up into pieces as he spoke about the women and how she died. Then, people were piecing it back together like a puzzle, but rotating the pieces to make the women lay in different ways. Somehow it always made a cohesive picture, no matter how the pieces were misplaced or rotated. also, sometimes when I would go tell my mom something I would stop into my old bedroom at the house I grew up in. Until I got into my mom's room I would continue to speak to the people in the kitchen as if they were next to me. They understood me. When I went in my old bedroom Alex, Graham, and Gordon would be in their getting their characters for whatever ready. Also, Morris sat perched on the dresser that I used then (and is now used as my wine cabinet), wanting attention. During the time I spent in my old bedroom, a baby kitten appeared. It was a pale orange/yellow striped kitten that fit in the palm of my hand but was very fluffy and cuddly. For whatever reason, we were convinced it looked identical to Morris and that it was somehow his kitten....even though Morris still was a black cat like he is in real life. We were convinced that a female cat visited several weeks prior, Morris knocked it up, then it returned to leave this tiny baby kitten with Morris. The dream kept rotating between these three places seamlessly and oddly enough, besides continuing conversation on the same topic, the dream never progressed in any of the rooms. I never found out why we were getting dressed, nobody even finished getting ready. It was not figured out where the baby kitten had come from or what would be done with it. My mom never got her nylons on or her hair done (something she talked about needing to do).