Are your dreams cruel? Like they're custom made for you?

Well mine are. My subconscious hates me. My dads dog Storm died, hasn't even been a day and already had two dreams about it. One of them felt guilt ridden, like Storm was saying goodbye to us, I felt horrible. And this last one he miraculously came back from the dead.

Generally my dreams like to remind me I'm alone or scare me half to death by having my teeth fall out or fill me with joy by letting me have my hair back again only to wake up and be reminded. Seriously feels like my subconscious is punishing me