Non-narrative Dreams

I'm not going to try and tell a story about the dreams I've had the past few nights. They wouldn't make any sense. And they'd probably be disturbing. I'm just going to list elements that were in them. That alone will probably be disturbing enough.

• I was engaged, and a friend was going to drive me and my fiance to the airport to go get married. I hadn't packed anything.
• My family was helping build a temple. The outer walls of the temple were glass windows, and the outer rooms had lots of comfortable couches in them. The inner rooms were the ordinance rooms.
• My youngest brother was still a baby.
• I didn't have my shoes with me when I was leaving the temple, so I couldn't leave, because my feet would get dirty and I wouldn't be able to come back in.
• I was about to get married, and kept going back and forth from the dressing room to the chapel where everyone was waiting. No husband ever in sight.
• There were ghosts everywhere. And not just regular ghosts. Ghosts that had been axe murderers. Still carrying the axes. No one was too horrified.
• My youngest brother was now a toddler, and he died. I don't know how, but he was glowing which meant he was a spirit now. And so I had him fly up so he would be in heaven. No one really mourned his death.
• My mother and another woman had several miscarriages in the winter because it was too cold and their bodies couldn't keep the baby inside. No blood and mess though, just a cracked chicken egg that would fall out of them. My mom didn't mourn this either.

So much of this list disturbs me. Like why did no one care about the axe murdering ghosts? And why was no one, especially my mom, sad about the death of my brother or the miscarriages? And why did the miscarriages look like chicken eggs? And why was I dreaming about any of this in the first place?