Recording my protests in Elmer's glue

It's Christmastime. My parents have given me a large, ugly insect larva that I remember from when I kept them as a child. It will turn into some fantastic bug. It seemingly intelligently is seeking out somewhere to make its cocoon. I'm given another small similar insect.

It's early in the morning and relatives are arriving. I seem to have slept in a shed behind the house. One relative is unpleased with the pets I was given and my dad smashes them. I'm very upset and protest. Many people who are my friends in the dream are in the front yard preparing to play baseball. I was not invited and my parents didn't even tell me of the game. This makes me more upset and I retreat to the backyard where there are young kids preparing to play soccer. When the ball comes near me, I first pretend not to see it then indifferently tap it a few feet towards everyone else.

I begin to pour Elmer's glue over my body, writing with it to record all the wrongs I have suffered. I walk back out front and am the wings of a stage where there will be a play in front of a large audience. People notice what I've been doing with the glue. A sympathetic cousin takes me inside and starts to try to peel the glue off. Under my right sock is a bandage I was unaware of, dripping with blood.

I run to the rear of the back yard. There are two friendly dogs in a huge hollow tree trunk. I play with them. More dogs begin to arrive and I notice one of the first dogs might be a bear but it doesn't seem threatening. Closer to the house my mom says, "Do you know why The Beatles wrote (some song I don't remember)? It was about this." She is referring to the poor treatment I've been getting from my dad.