What do those darn dreams mean?

Almost every night I dream of some place from my past. The house of a friend from grade school I think is pretty prevalent in my dreams, but I can't quite for the life of me remember the person anymore. I remember being in that house once or twice, can't decide exactly why it sticks in my way-back machine.
I dreamt last night of my daughter, her ex-boyfriend, and his mother. We were having a discussion, I couldn't hear what was being said out loud (guess that's common in dream land) but I knew non of us was particularly happy. Amanda was doing dishes and I was helping her. John had a big backpack and just before I woke up he walked out carrying it, and Amanda followed him out. I could see his mother in the dream, but she didn't have much to say, I think she was on her computer or the phone or something. I didn't see Fay there either. We were in that dark house from the upper paragraph.
She and I aren't getting along these days. I called her last night and got the brush like someone trying to collect money (I've had that job - I know that tone of voice). We talked about David Cook for a minute, I asked about her dental shadowing that she did on Tuesday, she said it went OK, but they didn't let her DO anything, then it was time for David Cook to start singing again, so I told her I'll call you back. After he was done singing, I called her back, and got WHAT WOMAN WHAT DO YOU WANT?? And Fay was crying, and I totally forgot what I called to tell her - which is that David Cook was born in 1982, same year as her, and the AC on his guitar is for his brothers Aaron and Andrew. One of them is sick with cancer...got that from Wikipedia. So - now you know something I wanted to share with her.

After that discussion on Monday - she hasn't called me. I haven't seen her or Fay since Sunday and I miss them both. Knowing her like I do - there's something going on she doesn't want to talk to me about... OK, fine. I'm her biggest fan, but also her biggest critic. I've protected her, given her money, bought things for her and Fay, given of my time on many occassions to the detriment of my relationship with Chris. Taken time from myself, my job, and my boyfriend to help her in times of her needing - which I don't care about after all she's my child and I love her and I will continue to do for her when she needs me. WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND however, is why I'm the bad guy here.
Any suggestions?