My cellar dream

I dreamed I was in the cellar of a home I grew up in. It was different in my dream though. Everything was grey or white and concrete - hard surfaces. The walls were stucco. I had been trying to get a recipe off the internet but all my browsers kept freezing and becoming unresponsive. My parents were in the cellar with me. My father was complaining about all the concrete, he felt that we had been lied to about the condition of the house. He went on and on about it. My mother didn't say anything. I was staring at a picture on the wall. It was not a painting, more like a page ripped out of a magazine and taped to the wall. There was another image taped over the first and it looked like the recipe I was searching for but I couldn't read it though I needed to and was really trying.

I got tired of all the cold and grey and arguing so I got up and went to the staircase saying I wanted to go upstairs. My mother started following close behind me on the staircase and she was making jokes. When we reached the door, our path was blocked by massive rolls of toilet tissue. We were moving them aside and I turned the door handle but as I did, I woke up. I never made it out of the cellar.

Any interpretations on this?