I wake up it's a bad dream

Lately I've been having these really sad, but at the same time horrible dreams that have to do with me and relationships.

Two nights ago I dreamt:
I dreamt that my mom had moved into this senior living community
for people who had difficulty taking care of themselves who also had children who were too young to help take care of them.
So I end up spending the summer with her there
and so do tons of other kids...
It was actually kind of cool to see so many generations together...
Anyway, I come into the senior center with my show bracelets and "edgy attitude" and all of the kids and adults want me to help them spice up the place because most of the time spent there was really lame because the old people tended to get offended or felt limited.
My first mission: fake tattoos and getting people to be adventurous in their relationships
Their first mission: Find me a boyfriend.
So while I'm placing temporary tattoos of the presidents on the seniors, one of the old men calls his son over and introduces us.
He's twentysomething, gorgeous, has perfect teeth, amazing REAL tattoos, loves alternative music and shows, and conviniently lives in a city maybe an hour or so from Syracuse.
Sounds perfect right?
And all of the adults love us together.
We become the power couple of the senior center. The director told me how much of a change all of the seniors have had in their own relationships because they watch us be cute together.
Now here's the sad part that makes me wonder if you can learn a life lesson from a dream.
He's a complete perv, a horrible kisser, and loves trying to hook up with other girls, not to mention that all of the things that we supposedly had in common just made him a huge d-bag.
But we stayed together for almost exactly a year just because that's what my mom and the other adults wanted to see.
And in the end very little really changed because I ended up changing into people just like them because I was so miserable.
Oh and fret not. In my dream, right after the break up, I found somebody else who actually was (from what I could tell) the right person who made me feel like the real me again.
Too bad I woke up before the end of the story.

Last night:
I dreamt that I met seriously the love of my life
and we had a whirlwind romance where everything was amazing.
He was mr. adventurous and I was ms. play it safe
but the best part was that he made me take risks and I had so much fun
and he always understood where I was coming from and respected my limits.
The only downside was that we were both really young (like this may have been a year from now), and subjected to the judgement of our parents.
I was convinced that his family didn't like me, especially his mom, and that my parents hated him, and there was an obvious enough tension between both sides to keep most of our activity limited to sneaking around.
The horrible part was somehow he died (I can't remember how) before we could get married, I remember freaking out because I thought I had lost the engagement ring and that was my only part left of him, and it wasn't until I had started talking to both sides after the incident that I found out that
1. My parents loved him, they were just worried about me because I was so young, and they told me that they knew I was in love long before I ever suspected
2. His mother never hated me, she just was jealous that I had taken her son away so soon.
3. His little sister idolized me, after he died she made me tell her every detail about our relationship and told me that she still wanted me as a sister even with him gone.
4. The tension between our families was just apprehension, they both thought that it was kind of a "from the wrong side of the tracks" kind of situation and afterwards learned that it wasn't.

Apparently I need to stop watching romance movies. It wasn't until after I reread my second dream that I realized how much the dream sounded like "P.S. I Love You" meets "Romeo & Juliet", but I swear there is so much more to this dream, it could fill a novel. I actually loved the second dream a lot because it made me realize what I'm really looking for out of a relationship and it was also visably gorgeous as I was dreaming it. There are some really difficult to describe sections, but some of the obviously dreaming sections I could glide over the top of this gorgeous super modern home like I was flying and the memory my parents told me about where they saw us together and new we were in love, we were standing on a ladder propped up against a house while we worked on a community service project as he hammered and I painted and at one point both of us just stopped what we were doing, smiled, and turned to kiss each other. This dream actually had so big of an impact on me that when I woke up I intially freaked out because I couldn't find the ring on my hand and then I finally realized it was a dream...

Currently listening:Train to Tokyo- Thee Armada