Strange Arabian desert

I had a very.. interesting/amazing dream last night. The first half had something to do with my house and it being unfinished, and I don't remember it that well. But the second half...
I stumbled into some kind of teleporter and I appeared in the middle of some kind of arabian desert, there were several portaloo type things which I appeared in, but they were teleportal recival machines (as I found out later), so I walked around and found a small, strange community next to a large sandhill, I walked around to the sandhill to see what surrounded it and I found armed guards in towers, and a very large 4wd.
Finding that I would probably get shot that way, I walked into the village... I found quite a few people, old or middle aged, and these people had many of these strange baths built into the ground, which had a liquid that resembled thick mountain dew, bubbling and steaming. I found other strange items.. after looking around at what all these asian/arabian people were doing, these baths turned out to be a kind of sacrifical tool, either you died in them, they made you stronger, made you old, or made youre skin melt, and wrap around you in a cocoon.

I watched as most of the people just turned into human-crafted tombs, but somehow all this seemed normal for the community, whatever they were doing had meaning.
I kept walking, and I found the largest tent there (this place was nothing but massive tents) and this tent had the largest dew-bath. There were 4 people here in this tent. One man was a little older than me, and reminded me of a vietnamese soldier, with a funny looking moustache. Then there was an older woman, who said nothing the whole time, another man, who seemed extremely powerful and very old, yet his body was not. And then there was a much older man, but his skin had been half-melted, he was still alive, all he could do was move his head, the rest of his body was shaped together like a tomb.
The moustache man had a large paper-back book on the table, the woman was sticking to the background, and the powerful man was in the bath, and he seemed fine. I came over to the book and realised it was hentai. Strange I thought, that they had hentai out here. It appeared that this man was trying to show the stronger man the book, as an offering, so we browesed through and I laughed at some of the pictures. Then I realised I hadn't actually asked if any could speak english, and by now the stronger man was out of the bath, and was completely fine. So I asked "does anyone speak english?" only this strong man replied. So I asked him about what the hell was happening, and I explained that I appeared here in a small tent. He laughed and said he hated those things. This was when the moustache guy ran and jumped into the dew, I asked why he was doing that when most others became a human cocoon afterwards. The strong one told me it wasn't for long, and it had a strange way of effecting people, and that there was no way of telling what would happen to that person. He had been loved by this dew-potion, which was why he was so powerful and had the essence of someone incredibly wise. This potion effected him in being stronger, smarter. He was also leader of this community because he was several hundred years older than everyone else there, the dew had made his body age slower.

What pisses me off is, right after he explained this my dad came in and woke me up. I felt like destroying him.
Usually, my dreams consist of many, many symbols and completely unreal situations, and I have close to no memory of what happened in any of them (i know that seems kinda unreal, but my other dreams are usually worse) but whatever this dream was, it had some powerful meaning for me in it, I woke up feeling amazed that I had recalled this dream, amazed that I experienced it.
I have contemplated starting a dream journal before but never got around to it, maybe this will give me a little more push.