Last night I had a dream about, as the title suggests, having an incredibly bad arguement with my father and running away after. For a little context, I'm 17, have a strange relationship with my father (let me explain: he thinks we're close, but we aren't. The part of me he's close to is a carefully constructed meek persona that agrees with everything he says that i've had to create over the last 5 years to stay safe. He's a brutal sexist, queerphobic, racist, xenophobic, you get the idea, and being a queer very leftist woman, I have to be very very careful), we live with my grandma amd brother, i have no mother, and the dream took place in an old home of ours that we moved out of when I was 12-13, but it wasnt quite that home, my dream seems to have stitched together some things to make it.
So there was a store very close to out house, and I planned on visiting my best friend (someone i actually know irl) who worked there at 6pm when she went on her break, which is something true, there is a store near my house both my friend and i work at. this past week i've been visiting her when she goes on her break (at 6pm every night) since we weren't working together. (back in dream) Before I left, my dad gave me a list of things to pick up, and i was off. my friend took 25 minutes for her break, then i went to pick up things on the list. I wasn't given money to afford the things, so i only had what was in my wallet, $22, which i did have in my wallet yesterday until i spent $10. i left the store at about 6:35pm, and stole the shopping cart i had been using. i cut through my neighbors yard, and the kid who lived there (someome i dont know and have never seen) saw me. they were my age and really friendly. they asked if i wanted to see frogs that were in their yard and showed me an abandoned well on their property. i talked with them for a while and became friends with them. i took my cart and left a about 6:50, and got home at about 7. my dad had called me right as i was about to open the door, so i just kept opening the front door. he was dressed like he was going to go somewhere, i assumed to  find me and pick me up. he immediately starts laying into me about being back so late. i try and explain that i didn't start looking for things on his list until after my friends break, then the issue with the money. He suddenly changes and starts screaming at me about "disappearing" the day before at 2pm, which is somewhat true and lines up with something that happened irl. i mentioned we live with my grandma, and that is true in both states, so i told him that grandma had known where i was (bc she did, he was at work both in dream and irl at the time, and she was home). i told him i went to a park near our house to meet with a friend (which was true in both states). He then starts accusing me of throwing myself at my friend (i hadn't mentioned this, but the friend i was meeting was a guy) and calling me a whore. I was absolutely disgusted that my father was throwing those accusations at me, though it isn't out of character and honestly it's to be expectet, and i started yelling things back, mostly things alone the line of 'go fuck yourself'. While yelling i had the idea to make him look like an idiot, and screams that i was a lesbian (which is true and probably why the next dialog affected me so much.) he starts going on and on about how im just a kid and cant know that, and goes right back to calling me a whore and slut-shaming me. Again, very in character and to be expected irl. Eventually i got fed up and go to my room, locking myself in after my dad came in to keep screaming. I paced for a while, divising a plan. I texted one of my close friends, who happened to be a guy (someone i know irl aswell), everything that happened and asked him to be near my house at like 2am. I told him I was going to run away for  about a week or so, that this had been the last straw because of so many arguements in such a short amount of time (again, the many arguements thing is happening irl). He agreed and decided we would go on a road trip in the meantime. I packed a bag, texted my best friend to let her know what has going on, and since my bedroom was on the second floor, made a rope out of my sheets and ran to my friends car. Then I woke up. 
Now I normally have very out there, very strange dreams, hell I've created whole towns, college campuses, etc. in dreams, but this felt different. It was so based in reality with many references to this I has done the day before the dream took place (which as of me writing this, is later today), and there was such intense emotions. If that weren't the case, i would chalk this up to my problems living with people who have control over me, but i feel like there's more to it then that. If anyone could help me, i'd appreciate it.