Death and sex

It started off at my maternal grandparents' house. Both of my grandparents, plus Jack Black, were there as well. We were all just chilling, when Jack Black suddenly collapsed. We checked in on him, and, by all accounts, seemed dead. The three of us freaked out, and I called the police hysterical. They came, accusing us of killing him basically the moment they stepped inside the house, but as soon as they went into the kitchen, where Jack Black collapsed, he was gone. He jumped up from behind the counter, alive, surprising us.

I then woke up an hour before my alarm, became happy, and then fell back asleep.

I'm now in the backyard of a home that I vaguely recognize, yet I don't know where from. I'm there with someone who is supposed to be my mother, and someone who is supposed to be my sister (though not my mother/sister IRL). I'm sitting in the shade in the patio, and notice two different drawstrings leading to where the attic was supposed to be. I ask why we needed two different entrances to the attic, and my mom said there were actually seventeen, and showed me where in the ceiling the different doors were.

By nighttime, we made our way inside to watch a movie. We're sitting on the couch, watching whatever it was, and I kept moving my dream mom's hand down my pants toward my crotch, and she started rubbing my clit.

The dream skips to the bedroom, I'm in there with another woman (not my mom) and a guy, all of us naked. Me and the girl spent some time sucking the guy's dick.