It Never IS Over, Is It?

I was down in the laundry room of my house for some reason, I think it was some kind of party at our house.  And while I was down there, I’d been talking to someone, and suddenly, there was Jason.  We got into this… shoving/almost hugging match, and it finally led to us outside on my patio.  I’m not sure if we hugged there, but while I don’t think we’d said anything, or at least I don’t remember if anything was said, it was apparent to me in the dream that we’d made up.  Or were at least close to doing so. 
Then, I turned around, because I was gonna do… something, or maybe I was looking for something out in the driveway, and Jason’s mom was coming up onto the patio.  She nearly banged into me, and then started yelling that Jason was to come home right then, and he was in so much trouble, and all this stuff, and I snapped.  I started yelling at her, ordering her off my property, and telling her if she didn’t get off, I was having her arrested, legally I could have her removed, no one wanted her there, I wanted her gone, and she had no legal right to remove Jason from the property, things like that, and was just repeating them at her, while walking forward, which made her walk backwards.  Well, I was dimly aware that in our driveway, there were three cars.  One, I believe, was hers, that just disappeared after a bit.  One was a pizza truck, and another was either my car, or Jason’s, that we needed to get in to get away.
Oh, wait!  I remember something else.  Jason’s mom, just before I started yelling, said directly to Jason, “I demand that you come home, right now!”  And then I started saying stuff, like legally he didn;t have to, and at one point, very clearly, though very clearly hiding behind something on the patio, said that, “by order of the Constitution,” and then he said a whole bunch of, like, section A, paragraph B stuff, that he didn’t have to come back with her if he didn’t want to.  It was his right.
So, anyway, Jason’s mom transformed into Jason, but with a blck jacket, and Jason was still Jason, with his normal red one.  And all three of us were fighting in the cul-de-sac in front of my house, and… oddly enough, there were other people out there, but they were all enjoying the BBQ, and ignoring us.  And it would alternate between night and day, I think.  But most of the dream was at night.
Anyway, I kept getting in “Jason’s” face, and Jason mainly hung back, but still saying stuff occasionally.  I would try going after “Jason” physically, trying to punch and whatnot, but “he” easily deflected it, because I saw Jason, and couldn’t stand to hit him.
And at one point, I went over to my neighbor’s house, because that’s where the pizza guy was, and it was someone I went to school with.  I asked him if he could move his truck, and he said okay, but he had his own problems with people pulling pranks on him over there.
And I said okay, and looked back, just as I saw black jacket Jason knock down red jacket Jason.  Wait, I didn’t see him fall, I just saw him on the ground, with black jacket Jason standing over him, basically laughing at him.  I lost it again.  I swear, in the dream, my eyes turned red, or something.  Like InuYasha when he demons out.
I ran over there, and once again, tried to punch ‘him.”  But I don’t think it worked again.  Or maybe it did, I’m not sure.  I know I was grappling with “him” for awhile.
I guess it was while I was fighting “him” that I called to Shannon for help.  I asked if she could do something to help me, and suddenly, I was just standing next to the real Jason, with “jason” coming towards us, looking positively insane.  And then “he” falls to the ground, face first.  Shannon was behind “him” and threw a heavy metal pipe to the side.  It bounced on the pavement once, and then rolled away, and I could tell how heavy it must have been just from the sound.  I looked at Shanno in shock, and she said something, though I can’t remember what.  It was something like, “Well, I wanted her to stay down.”
Then, we sat down on the lawn, a few feet away, and Shannon said this one line, something about some Charles Dicken’s novel.  Then, “Jason” laying out there, raised “his” head, and said something about how long winded Charles Dickens was, and something else….  Not sure what. 
And the dream ended with me, slightly sitting behind Jason,wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and hugged him, and him bringing his hand up and resting it on my arm.

Yeah, Like I can’t find meaning in this dream.  Heh.