Nightmares of the motherly persuasion...

The nightmares won't stop. I keep waking up in the middle of the night wimpering like I was about to cry. Both nightmares involved my mother:
The first one, two nights ago, had to do with my wedding. It was a constant rehearsal at the chapel. I was in a "practice" wedding dress, which was this tu-tu type of white thing that made me look like something from Swan Lake without the ballerina-style figure. It was odd because TJ wasn't there, neither were any of the girls I am considering for bridesmaids. My mom wasn't there either. I remember seeing Joe Svendsen (my RA from Farwell last year) and John Trullinger in the pews along with some other people I didn't recognize. I ran home because I forgot something, or was looking for my mom, one of the two. There were a bunch of cars and trucks, including a semi, in my driveway, which is odd 'cause my driveway wouldn't ever be able to hold something as big as a semi truck. They all had signs on the side stating they were a lawn care company. I walked into the house to find my mother straddling the lap of one of the lawn-guys, making out with him in a chair in the living room. After reeming her out and calling her a slut in worse words than that, she still refused to come to my wedding rehearsal. I woke up very creeped out after that.
The second one happened last night. I was at home in Eau Claire and the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see my father standing right in front of me, smiling and arms out for a huge hug. I was so happy and very confused, but it was him and he was home. Dad explained to me that while he was in Chicago, he witnessed something and had to be put in the witness protection program, and the death and funeral were all part of his hiding process; they had to believe he was dead. He then came into the house looking for mom. Mom comes down the stairs with Jim right next to her, holding hands. She stops, looks at him with wide eyes, and instead of running to him and hugging him or saying anything or even smiling; she hands him a piece of paper and says "I want a divorce." I woke up from that one almost in tears.