What do I even call this?

Last night I had this dream. It's funny, because it isn't like something super extreme happened to make it a bad dream. I wasn't being chased by someone who wanted to kill me, I wasn't being tortured for information, I wasn't trying to catch a killer. 

It was a bad dream because it was so close to life. And it was the worst dream I have had all week.

It was the last day of an event, and I was in the hotel room, trying to get everything cleaned up, put away, and packed. And Relly was there, and so was lily/tig. It kept switching between them during different parts of the dream, but I only saw it as one person. 

Lily had all of her stuff in our room, and she was sitting on the couch with an open suitcase, her stuff spread all over the floor and the rest of the room. And she was talking to Relly. And I was packing stuff into huge totes, filling them up and trying to keep everything organized so nothing was mixed up or in weird places when we got home. And lily keeps insulting me, saying "everything was great, except (insert flaw in something I've done.)" and at first I ignore her, until she says that next time I should cook different food, because it started to taste burnt the second day. So I step in and try to explain to her that it is a crock pot, and we don't have a refrigerator, so if it is not cooking the whole time, the food (meat) will spoil, even on the warm setting. Relly tells me to go back to cleaning, and she says something under her breath. I lose my temper and we fight. I say why do I have to do all the work 100% of the time and no one even cares? And more ranting like that. Tig (see how that swapped?) is sitting in a chair on Relly's lap and I slap her across the face for whatever it was she said. (I realize as soon as it happens that I just really crossed a line, not because I slapped her but because that is a huge hard limit for her.) I am so angry I am still screaming for her to get out. You take her away, and I am left with the packing, again. I keep working, but soon realize I can't even tell our stuff from tig/Lily's stuff. I try to find out what is what, but no one will help me. Relly is in the room smoking, and the manager sees and goes and writes something down. We are in trouble, we are fighting, and still, I am doing the work alone. Relly gets on the phone and just sits in the chair smoking while he talks. We have to be out of the room by noon, and I am panicking. 

I feel like I do everything, no one notices, and I am always at fault for something. I am trying my hardest but it isn't good enough, either to get the thing done or to earn the love and attention I need. I feel useless and alone.

And I wake up angry with Relly for siding with lily/tig, and determined not to do any work I don't absolutely have to do. I keep going back and forth between feeling sad and angry. 

It's almost 3 and I have to go walk the dogs.