Dream: Looking for my dad

Ever since I got back from class yesterday I've felt completely exhausted. I took a nap this afternoon and woke up from a horrible dream.

1. I'm living in a swanky SoMA-type concrete loft that's oddly very brightly lit. The only way to get to the stairs is by climbing a latter, like a bunk bed. Actually, when I climbed the ladder to get to the top the whole floor was a bed. There were many artistic/yuppie/hippe types lounging around drinking and looking good. It felt kinda Morrocan like that scene in Zoolander.

2. I'm feeling really anxious and looking for my dad for some reason. I must be the one throwing the party because it's my loft but I'm sure not having any fun with everyone else. None of these people seem like my friends.

3. I go downstairs to look for my dad again. There's only one person downstairs despite that the upstairs is packed with people. He looks likes like an Ivy League professor from movies-- older, thin, wearing a tweed suit and wire-framed glasses.

4. He calls over to me and he says things that I feel like he shouldn't know about me. I'm taken aback so I ignore him and keep hunting for my dad but he pulls my arm. He grabs my wrist hard and tugs it behind me; he does the same thing to my other arm. With one hand on my wrists he wraps his arm around my neck choking me. I try to wriggle out but I can't and I can't seem to make any sounds when I scream for help.

That's it. That's when I woke up in a sweat.