Of Death and ... Bread

I dreamt at one point that I was in a house embedded deep into the wood ... the time of year was winter as the trees were bare the brown leaves covered the ground. But it appeared to be a job as well as a home. At one point there were many people, and we were in a sparsely furnished room and there were baskets of all kinds of breads, some very thin, delicate, and decorative, like from a cookie cutter, others in loaf or baggette form. I heaped up a plate of different ones and people were acting as if I'd taken too much. I sat by myself, eating a delicious honey wheat kind of bread and watching a screen depicting a lake scene, and the water would occasionally ripple as a drop fell into it, like watching a screen saver. Then I was back at the house in the wood, I was outside and my mother was there and she was telling me one of the puppies had gotten killed by being bitten by ants and I became furious. I screamed at her and came into the house. There was a blonde woman in there and I yanked her hair and jerked her toward me by the front of the shirt and demanded to know how the puppy got out to be killed. She was very sad about it and I let her go and mourned the puppy and made sure the others were ok.
Normally a scene like this (winter in the woods) would be pleasant to me and I would be happy. In real life, one of our dogs had 7 pups, one didn't make it so we have six remaining and I'm afraid Mother is going to hurt them because they are just now romping out of the room and she won't watch where she is stepping and may step on one. I don't know where the rest of it came from.