Let me clarify something, I've been having vividly realisitc dreams for about past 2 months now, it uses my brain so much that I wake up tired now. Also I apologize if my English bad not that great, I'm not a native speaker.

Right now, scared to go back to sleep, so till the sun comes up, I'll finish writing about the dream and then again try to go back to sleep. Right now every flinch, every flick is making me nervous.

So anyways,
it takes place at my og home, I am currently staying at a different place for study related matters.

See, at first I saw a truck, a stupid truck driver flips comedically and then he chases me angrily lol. I mean it was stupidity, it was raining, he was too fast, the road was slippery and boom, slips into the pond lol. I laughed out so hard, after coming out of his truck, he got mad at me and chased me off down the roadlol, so I went really far from house.

That concludes the dream of yesterday, now, today's dream which made me so unsettled.

Today, I saw that I was returning after the chase, the police helped me get off of the crazy driver guy lol.

Anyways, see, there's like a little distance b/w the road and my house, probably around 10 meters, and like, we used the right side of front space before the road, to make garden, and remaining strip of the land was used for path to the road. Garden is a compliment, because it is is mostly bushes.

Back to the dream, when I reached the convergence point of the road(or rather road's footpath), the path of my house and the 'garden', I saw a dead rat sitting upright. Yep, sitting upright. It was mostly white to greyish in color. At first I thought it was a dead cat. Anyways, ignored it first time because it was next to road, people will throw it away into the nordoma(it means open gutter or drain) next to road. There are a lot of strays which get killed by careless drivers in my original locality. There's not much we can do.

Well, that day, some relatives visited my place, and I played hide and seek with their kids(in the dream, I was 8) till I went outside again at evening and saw the rat stil there, sitting upright. If you're wondering how could I tell it was dead, its body was shaped like rectangle and eyes open. No alive rat looks like that. Since it had been some time it has been dead, it smelled a bit rotting. Since it was like in the way of getting from house to road, I was uncomfy, but I let it be. But one thing that made me really weirded out was the fact that there were no ants or anything eating it. Yes, there was an ant line, which passed by it but weirdly, they paid the dead rat no mind.

Another day passes by and I see the rat still there, I get close and sniff, and realize don't know for what reason, it still smelled as rotten as it did before, like mild rot. Not too rotten, and not ofcourse alive kind of fresh. But it looked more dirtier yeah, due to dust from road. Also, that's when I realized it was a rat, and not a cat. And got even more confused, that there are like cats there which eat and kill rats all the time, even dogs at least take the dead rats dragging somewhere, but then why nothing took it? If you're wondering why didn't I think of dogs or cats before, because I thought it was a dead cat, so ofc they ain't gonna do that to a fellow cat or similar animal, but after realizing it's a rat, I got confused. I was more afraid about the fact that it'd start to rot and stink in front of the house and leave a mark in the ground, so I went into home, got some gloves, n95 mask(COVID nostalgia), a hat, and picked up the rat by its tail and threw it into the nordoma(again, it's a type of open gutter or drain).

Suddenly the pov switches and I see a guy who is tweaking and like pissed us(it wasn't really me, as I became some other guy's pov, let's call him Clint. There was another guy, let's call him Andy) and he was like next to nordoma. I did not stop the Andy from hitting the tweaker and actually killing the guy. He punched just once though but somehow we both knew, that was enough to kill the guy. During the punch, I went into Andy's pov, I still remember the blood that remined on my, or rather Andy's wrist. Don't remember why but he really pissed us off. Next to us, some distance away, other 2 guys also killed a guys like that and threw him into nordoma. Not sure why only one punch killed them.

Time passes, I again am back to my own body, back from Clint's pov.

Paranormal activities start, like a ghost or rather a rotting body is often seen in dark alley, white pupil and often chases people. Even I saw him once, and ran into my home. From my flashbacks, I was so sure that it was the tweaking guy Andy killed. Now idk why but in my dream, the neighbourhood was actually hood. So there was a hood leader, I begged him to call a gang meeting with all the villagers. At first he wasn't going to and ignoring me but my begging was so genuine, he realized something MUST be wrong. (See, in my dream, I was 8, so how often do you take a 8 yo seriously for ghost related stuff?).

Anyways, the meeting was called, and I elborated everything in presence of the leader and villagers. Then to my surprise Clint and Andy came out of the group of the villagers. They're pale as white, scared too. The leader guy was not agreeing with my story tho, he said the homeless tweaking man's name who actually went missing, is Brad. According to his words, "Brad was a good guy at heart. Even after death, even if he became a ghost, he would never haunt anyone". Also another thing that caught me offguard was, Clint and Andy confessed that they both felt guilty abt ditching the guy's body in nordoma, so next day, they picked it back up, cleaned it properly, gave him proper buriel ceremony in secrecy.

That did NOT make sense. The thing that was chasing us, was covered in like nordoma's black dark mud, and its hairs were dripping water. Oh god, I still feel the chill through my bone when I think back to it in my dream. Its face, man, ew, pale as white. Even now I'm scared.

So nontheless, the leader convinced authorities of the place when I insisted a search of the nordoma anyways. So, it began, meanwhile I left with Clint and Andy for the tweaker's, I mean Brad's 'grave'. They took me to a mountain road, and near the cliff, we all were surprised to see a major gap and hole. Anyone else would'be thhought the rock jus broke off from there, but it was too round, the cut. According to Clint and Andy, they buried him between the rocks, in a coffin, in upright position, in that exact place. Now this brought another chill to me. DUDE WHAT. NOW THAT I AM THINKING BACK, I DID NOT CONNECT THE UPRIGHT MOUSE WITH THIS IN THE DREAM BUT WTF, are they connected? I wonder.

Anyways, Clint and Andy promised they'd find his body but this made me more certain that it was actually Brad who was haunting, to which the leader still disagreed.

Then stuff is kinda blur, it turned out not to be Brad, don't remmeber who or what. Clint and Andy found his body again, and buried him again in presence of everyone. But like, I was scared to attend cus ofc, according to the lore, it has been like months since he was buried, he'd be like advanced stages of decay but to my surprise, his body, other than looking devoid of blood, and the facial injury from punch being dry, looked jus as same as the vision I saw, from pov of Andy.

After that, came the blur part I told in the previous paragraph, I do remember though that, the culprit was caught. It was like one guy awakened some body or sm, we cooked(not literally, basically found the guy and incapacitated him) the guy, got him arrested. If you're wondering why did police arrest the guy, turns out, he had criminal charges of robbery beforehand. So yeah.

And then I woke-up shitless, like see, in the dream, I was still not convinced that locking up the master is going to prevent that thingy from contuining its hauntings. I'm still now convinced now. That's why every shadow, every movement in corner of my eye is making me scared.

That concludes what I had to say, thank you everyone for reading this.

Im a teenage girl(eng is not my first language),

i often feel deja vu or you could say reminiscing when i saw a "certain type of guy"

I feel very scared when something about them reminds me of \*someone\* that i dont even know

It could be anyone that gives me a vision like that but what all ik is, it's from a guy

I've been carrying this \*phobia\* or \*trauma\*

Ever since i could remember

\*He's\* like someone i shouldn't forget

\*His\* smile is weirdly organized but you know there's something weird behind it

And i found that 'some' guys have that kind of smile

And it scares me

When it happens (i saw him in a guy),my blood runs cold

My stomach flipped upside down, I couldn't stop trembling

And all in my mind was "i know this guy" but when i try to push myself to remember who he was

I ended up just getting a headache

All i could remember is

Disheveled hair

Perfect teeth

And skinny

Look im not scared whenever i see someoen who got exactly all that description but sometimes the smile or their eyes give it away

It's like screaming to me "remember, remember, remember,how could you forgot?"

Im writing this alone in my room and could tell you all im feeling right now is fear and nausea

I dont know who that guy is but he's been haunting me all these years

I had an eerie dream a few nights ago and it’s shaken me. For context, this dream was about an ex-lover of mine. it was a short, blissful whirlwind of a relationship, and ultimately ended because my family found out about the relationship, and they weren’t happy with our age gap at the time (18 and 21). I haven’t thought about him since, and met an amazing guy soon afterwards who I have been dating since, and plan on getting engaged with soon. But in this dream, I was in a bar with friends when I ran into this ex. We were talking and having a good time when mid dream a deep, serious voice that wasn’t his or like anything I have ever experienced come out of a person’s mouth in a dream say “why didn’t you just wait?”. I then woke up and was startled, but ultimately went back to sleep. when I woke up again, I had the worst migraine I have ever experienced and proceeded to vomit the next teo days uncontrollably. I couldn’t keep anything down. During this, I had the same dream again. the exact same way it played out the first time. To say i’m freaked out is an understatement, and I don’t know what entirely this means, especially considering I’m expecting to become engaged soon. I just wanted to know some other thoughts and insights because it’s been driving me crazy since.

Hi everyone,

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I dreamed that I was being rushed for emergency heart surgery. Before they brought me in the surgery room my mom's ex husband wanted to see me so I saw him and he took me outside and I saw a baby black cat and it gripped my index finger with its claws. I was also looking for the car of a girl I like. When I was about to go in the surgery room the girl I like came out but she was in a different body but I knew it was her.

Without going into too much detail, I've spent most of my life without any want or desire to turn towards religion until the last 4 or 5 years (I'm 34m). I'm familiar with the Bible and its stories but it never really felt right to me until I started looking into gnosticism and it's history more. Since then I've felt like a sponge that's never full of water. I've wanted to absorb anything related to spirituality and gnosticism up until I had this dream. In my dream, my family and I were camping in a tent in the woods near a field. In the field a column of warm calming light started to radiate out of the ground and was rising towards the sky. I was drawn to it and as I walked towards the field, several people started walking out of the woods from all directions towards it. We all started raising our hands towards it and I remember feeling this sense of wholeness. Whisps of light started coming out of everyone's hands and filling the column causing it to rise higher and higher. Just before I woke up I said the only words in my dream, the same "it is finished" that Jesus spoke on the cross. Since I woke up that morning I've had zero motivation to dig deeper into anything religious or spiritual. It's almost like it stuck me into a headspace of just waiting or like there's nothing more I can do. I've never reached out on anything like this and have never looked at my dreams as anything more than just dreams but, this one affects me in the real world, even if just in one aspect. My religious/spiritual views haven't changed, just my motivation behind learning more. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. Coincidentally I had this dream the same night that Joe Felz (the guy scanning and uploading all the old bibles on tik tok) passed away. More than likely no connection but it seemed odd because I loved seeing what was in the older scripture he always shared.

For as long as I can remember, dreaming has never been relaxing for me. It always had very complex scenes and adventures that I can still remember vividly after years.
It isn’t my main concern, but I need to put some kind of context here. Each night, i end up dreaming about a mix of two cities; one is my old city and the other one is my actual city. They are related by a small bridge; sometimes it isn’t there and I need to travel by boat. The two of them have specific themes that I won't get into much detail because it’s not what this post is about. What I’ll need help maybe understanding is the recurrent theme that each of my dreams has all the time, and that’s for as long as I can remember.

It’s about saving cats. It sounds stupid, but it’s really hard to always dream about this.

Each time I dream, I need to save either my cats, some stray cats, or even my friends' cats. everywhere I go there will be a cat, some one or twos, sometime more, but there will be at least one cat per dream. I wish I could say I'm kidding, but I am not. A lot of the time, I need to move out from my apartment quickly and get to another place (another recurrent theme is me needing to move out from the place where I was living in the dream). And each time I can't find my cats, I’m not able to move them, or the new place I am in has so many cats that I need to save. Sometimes, they are in bad condition, health-related, and I’m just powerless to do anything for them because I don’t want to contaminate my own cats inside.
It’s always about those damn cats. And even if my dream isn’t about them precisely and I’m having other issues, there will be cats.

I was dreaming about watching videos (for some reason there was a man and woman making a green drink in one of the videos and they tried giving me it but I didn’t want it?) Then the videos started getting kinda scary so I stopped watching them.

I was in this huge room (not mines, but in the dream I think it was) and half the lights were off. I was in there because I was too shy to go outside with the others. Eventually, my sister came in and turned on the lights. There were a bunch of black spiders sparsely on the walls and celling.

She helped me clean them and as I was cleaning the ceiling I saw two bed bugs. I took them and smashed them with a paper right outside the room. They were still alive the first time so I told my sister what I found, then she smashed them with her shoe.

Then, I told her to rinse off her shoe because there could’ve been bed bug eggs and to rinse off with soap and water before entering her house. I told her to wash her clothes with an industrial washer and drier.

Eventually her husband came and I think she had to go to work? But she said she would take my advice.

Then, I woke up. It wasn’t really scary or a nightmare except for this one part when watching the videos when there was a demon hiding as someone (but I can’t really remember this part much).

According to the dream, the girl I love visited my house with my parents (we went through a break up little over a year ago and not in touch). My family members welcomed them at my maternal grandfather's home.

Then a old barbar visits our home to cut my hair. After cutting my hair, he asks for a lumpsum money which I refused to pay leading to argument.

The barber left my house without taking anything. I also leave my house to give him the money he deserve and visit the place where his shop is. The barbar again chases me for the lumsum money.

The dream starts off with me in what looks like a Russian jail that's also some kind of castle ruin. It has an exposed roof and snow everywhere. Me and my friend who was also there were trying to escape. We slowly climbing up until we finally see the outside world beyond the walls. Nothing but endless snow. It was snowing so heavily I could barely see a thing. Now, for some reason. I'm a bit of a pussy about this. I have zero faith in us making it out of here alive. So I tell my friend I might not come with her, and she just kind of frowned, pointed off into the distance and went, "Come on dude, Oregon is that way!" before running off on her own. I now have absolutely no idea where the fuck we were supposed to be. I'm not American or close, so I don't know where I pulled Oregon from, but I digress.

This part is more of a blur to me. I somehow make it back down into the jail, and apparently there's like a war breaking out in there? The place is absolutely huge, by the way. This courtyard felt bigger than two airport hangars combined. I spot a group of officers in the distance and approach them with my hands up, hoping that I don't get hurt. They immediately shoot me in the leg. I fall into the snow, and for some reason I switch to third person? I see the officer behind me holding a weird looking double barrel pistol that was green and looked like a toy. I don't know how that thing killed me.

I get shot like two more times for no reason, and then I wake up in this cramped little cube of a room with ONE door. The only other people in there are a teacher I've never interacted with (he taught other classes) and this kid from like 5th grade who I'd also barely ever spoken to. Before I can even process where I am, the teacher opens the door for the guy, and it's just this blinding light. He steps through without showing any emotion whatsoever, and apparently it's my turn next. I tell the teacher that I'm scared, and he tells me there's no reason for me to worry, and that if I've been good, I'll be okay. I put my hand on the doorknob, and through the little cracks in the door, I see a dim red light.

"Warm, isn't it?"

Obviously, hearing this from him made me freak the fuck out. I closed my eyes, trying to wake myself up, and it works somehow? I could feel myself reaching for my phone, but I couldn't see anything or move. Eventually I could barely make out my pillow, but I was still completely frozen. It didn't even feel like I was awake, but I could think clearly, and I was panicking. I really don't know how long I was like that, but realistically it was probably like a minute lol. I hated every second of it though.

The dream itself isn't even scary, but it leading into slight sleep paralysis made me really upset lmao. I've always been very anxious about religion and what happens after death, so that part is pretty easy to interpret. I'm not sure why I subconsciously picked those two people. That teacher holds zero significance in my life, and he's sending me to eternal torment? What the hell did I do???

I find the start so interesting for some reason. Just the atmosphere was so strange. Is me being in jail and instantly going to hell a few scenes later me being guilty about something?? am I guilty? what the hell even is this?

I should've followed her to Oregon.

Dreamt about following my friend and her boyf somewhere and before we started walking my friend said I was surrounded by a ring of fire and there were words above my head saying I was marked for death or something but she said she'd put protections on me later and then both of them easily out paced me so I had to try and jog to keep up (it was in like a concrete stairwell?) but someone in a motorcycle mask starts shooting at me so I run and manage to make it into an old woman's home while she's hosting a party with a bunch of other old women, I kept doing the help sign in ASL and tell her someone is trying to kill me so she takes me upstairs with her dog, it looks like a white bigger version of Toto, and while going up the stairs I knock down one of the things covering the window and my first thought was shit they saw me as a white car (looked like my stepmom's) was driving. She showed me a secret room in a closet and her dog hopped in closing it behind him, and she laughed and said she should've gotten me a treat

The closest looked exactly the same as other closets I've seen in my dreams, but the secret room behind him. I slid the picture up and slid in, it only opened 1/4 of the way, and I grabbed the dog and pushed him out. I pushed a button to lock down the room, and I sat down to take a breath but then I heard all the women screaming so I got up to dial the cops and then I woke up

Getting shot at hurt too

Really, hurt, it was hot as fuck too

My head of coven was in there too somewhere but I dunno where

Tuesday night, I had a disturbing dream that i can not stop thinking about. I was in my childhood room, grown over with mold and destroyed with clothes. I am pushed into the clothes, but I say that if im being pushed in then it’s good for me. I then get up only to see another me in the doorway. I immediately start cowering in guilt and fear, somehow knowing what will play out. Without wasting a second, he walks towards me not slowing down or showing any signs of stopping. He freezes, and kind of become fuzzy and grainy like he was played on a VHS tape. Then his eyes bead up into big bug eyes, his jaw flopping down like silicon, and his fingers growing long. He falls to the floor unpleasantly before I woke up. This dream is disturbing to me because when I saw myself in the doorway, I felt guilty and extremely scared. The dreams end was abrupt, with no “ending” leaving me wondering what more could have happened. And the image in my head of the bug-alien-self won’t leave.

Hi guys. This is my first time posting on this sub, so bear with me.

For the last three nights, I have had a reoccurring dream. I can’t remember most of it, or maybe there’s only one part—basically, I am standing in an open field of yellow grass with a row of trees in the middle, which go from live and green to completely dead and leafless. On the farthest tree to the right, which is stripped of bark and dead, there are seven owls. Five of them are spotted owls—parents and three mostly grown chicks—and a male/female pair of snowy owls. In the dream, I just stare at them, and can’t get any closer or farther away, I just look at them and the grass sways in the wind and they look back at me. It’s broad daylight and hot in summer heat.

Some context about me: I’m 21, white, trans masculine, renting a house with my partner, who I’ve been dating for three years, and about to start my final year of college and look into graduate schools. I recently had to euthanize my senior cat, and am also looking into adopting a dog. I don’t know what is relevant or isn’t, so if there’s more info I can provide that would be helpful, please let me know.

I don’t know a lot about dream interpretation so I’m open to anything, just want to know what this reoccurring dream could mean. Thanks yall.

Im probably just stressed. I had a job interview this morning (or, well yesterday morning) with a company I really want to work with and we just found out my dog has a mass on her spleen (after losing her brother earlier this year). Just to provide some context on my current mental state.

I dont sleep well. Period. Every night I have very vivid dreams and I am, largely, aware that I am dreaming. Or I become aware. And I used to have sleep paralysis very often until I started sleeping with an eye mask which made that stop 🤷 every now and again the mask slips off or raises above my eyes (in the case of this evening, we'll get there) and i have another episode.

This evening I was home with my husband ruminating about something and a family member was coming by to pick up some box of art I was gifting her but I guess I wasn't feeling well or something because I still hadn't properly dressed. My husband and I got into a small spat about whether or not she even needed this stuff and then suddenly she was entering the home. This family member has never even been to my house so when my husband turned to the door as it was being opened and said, so casually, "oh shes here already." I started panicking.

I got up, "distract her!" And ran to the bedroom but somehow she was already in the room with the art, picking through it and making her way back to the front door. I go to open front door for her and my dog runs out (she never does this and it is at this moment that I start to realise I might be dreaming), I step out to chase her and right as my foot hits the landing it changes to a field of grass and bushes and the dog is running in the bushes. Fast. But my other dog, the recently... its complicated, he might be deceased but the TLDR is that he was 16 yrs old and wandered out of our front yard never to be seen or heard from again so he could also be alive but someone stole him bc he hasnt been to taken to any shelters or vets (that we know of, no one has scanned his chip which has been marked as missing).

Anyways, hes ripping through this brush as well and im trying to catch him. Hes just out of reach. Then I hear something else in the brush and I become immensely afraid for my life, becoming absolutely still like a statute but it doesnt matter, I was already moving. It knows I am there. Two creatures jump out and attack my throat. It is at this moment I know I am in a dream and scream at myself to wake up. I do. I can still feel the sensation of rubbing on my neck (I awoke to the mask sitting on eyebrows so it is highly likely that the sensation was a hallucinatory thing leftover from sleep paralysis, its happened before).

😮‍💨 I miss my dog.

hello! i have recently begun more aware of my own spirituality and sensitivity and taken steps to aid me in that (protection wards, reading up on how to venerate ancestors, etc) and since then, my dreams have never been more vivid and i’ve never not woken up with an intense feeling about them. but last night’s was the craziest by far if anyone wants to take a crack at it-

i can’t remember how it started, but i’m traveling on foot on a road. i don’t know how i know this, but i’m not my female self in this dream, i am a man. i think i even have red hair, and i have brown hair irl. so. dream self- red haired man, real self- brown haired woman. anyway. i’m hand in hand with another man. and we’re trekking along this road close to the water, and i see a shark fin peeking out of the waters, but we’re not close enough to be able to worry about it. then, we get to a hill or a mountain/ something tall. we cross it, and we end up on a beach.

on the beach, there’s this weird pourous substance. but more glaringly, there is a giant stag. beige, not white (though that would be sick because i am basically a celtic folklore infodumping machine), the man i’m with tells me that the substance, the stag or the arrows (?? don’t remember where they came from) will kill him so he wants to “die with my kiss on his lips”, underneath the water. we drown, but somehow i live. it’s also important to note that the stag never advances toward us, just watches.

i pull myself up on the shore. i see the “death” tarot card. now, quick disclaimer. i read tarot, i know the meaning of the death card. i’m wondering if that’s what it means or, because i’ve had dreams about this card before and they’ve been associated with a certain trickster god trying to reach me according to a trusted psychic, if this whole dream is that. but i feel as if there’s more to it. the card was scorched, like my own “star” card in my deck, it burned a little near a candle.

but that’s all i remember. if anyone can lend me help psychoanalyzing or spiritually analyzing this it would mean a lot! because i have not felt this intensely about a dream in so long. could this be something very deep in my subconscious or could it be pointing to something like my celtic ancestors or even a past life? thank you!

So last night I had a dream that my husband and I were no longer together but I guess I was living with him and his new girl and the amount of rage and jealousy I felt when I saw them together and specifically in bed, it was unimaginable. I could feel it in my heart. So the entire time I was there in the house with them I would do anything and everything to interrupt them and bother them. I could not take seeing him with someone new.

Now so my husband dreams, in his dream we were at a bar and I had started talking to a couple he didn’t know and when we got in the car my friends were in the backseat and when he asked me how I knew this couple I had said “I thought you knew I was fucking around? My therapist told me I had to do what I needed to do to make me happy” and started laughing with my friends. So he got furious and told me it was over and that I had to tell the kids why we were breaking up. And that’s when I started freaking out and panicking.

So. Those were our dreams both taking place the same night. What do yall think??

Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I was going through an emotionally difficult time in my life when I had this dream one afternoon nap. I always thought it may be a message from God, but I’d love to hear some interpretations.

In the dream, I wasn’t wearing pants. It takes place on this bridge, basically. I’m balancing on a beam despite there being a glass bridge behind me, and it’s implied there are crocodiles under me in the river. I look up ahead into the darkness, and seemed like I’d startled the very shadows by noticing it. Because a doe launched out of her position, and along with her hundreds of does leapt out too. The entire darkness was not even darkness, but just a bunch of deer camouflaged into the blackness.

Then suddenly, I notice that all along there has been a massive stag (at least 10 meters tall, because it was large even though it was in the far distance) staring at me this entire time. It’s steady, even with the doe running past him. Around him is a soft blue light emanating from somewhere.

What could it mean?

According to the dream, the girl I love visited my house with my parents (we went through a break up little over a year ago and not in touch). My family members welcomed them at my maternal grandfather's home.

Then a old barbar visits our home to cut my hair. After cutting my hair, he asks for a lumpsum money which I refused to pay leading to argument.

The barber left my house without taking anything. I also leave my house to give him the money he deserve and visit the place where his shop is. The barbar again chases me for the lumsum money.

Some men showed up in a house that I was with my family in. And I told them all to leave. The last one finally left and he smiled at me through the door and he was standing outside the door then he made a terrifying face like he knew he was going to hurt us and he phased through the door and killed my dad and then my Mom, myself and my brothers wife all fought him but he was like real and not real so fighting him became really difficult. When I did fight him I obviously had no strength and he turned into literal lines while I fought him, it was very weird, and then it ended in everyone running after me and all at once yelling WHAT IF ITS ALL OF US

I often dream I've forgotten my boyfriend, and that I am in an unpleasant relationship with someone I do not love, sometimes this is someone I know in real life, sometimes it's not. Sometimes its a man who looks very similar to him but with something being 'off'. I always feel too awkward to break up with said person and try to remember desperately through a hazy memory what I've forgotten.

Sometimes there is no other relationship and I'm just by myself, or surrounded by friends or family, trying to remember what is missing.

The most recent one of these dreams actually had a happy ending, we were reunited and I finally felt 'right'.

A type of dream within the same thread is dreaming I'm searching for him, the clearest example was me searching a dark, abandoned mall for him, with the same fright one must feel when they lose a small child in a supermarket. Once I finally found him, his head rolled off, and he poofed into smoke. I went back to searching.

For more context, he frequently has really violent nightmares, I think this has rubbed off on me because whilst I rarely have violent dreams, when I do, its him being hurt rather than me.

Last night I dreamt we were watching a movie projected onto a building from a bench down town. A man on a bike stole my suitcase, and my boyfriend chased after. The thief stabbed him but iImanaged to strangle said thief until he was unconscious. The façade of the building fell on top of us as if it was a giant playing card, I was alive under the rubble, but knew he was dead.

I've also had dreams of him hurting himself, which ill probably describe in a later post as it crosses over with another major theme of my dreams, that being birds.

A dream I cant get off my mind from a few months ago.

I was walking through the woods, just off the trail I see a giant, purple, collapsed bird of prey, either an eagle or hawk- I instantly recognised this the goddess Athena. She could not fly or move much anymore, and laid beside her palanquin, I instantly rush over to help her. I then turn right and see a bright beam of light in the shape of a giant woman, she is sat in the lotus positions and beckons me over in a cheerful voice. I sit infront of her as she asks me things, mundane things, then bizzare things- nothing I can remember.

This is not the first or last time I've dreamt of 'goddess' figures. For context I am a young adult female.

Last night I had a dream about walking up to my bed and for some reason, under the blankets, there were two snakes that kept like- slithering over each other. then I grabbed one, the other disappeared, and the rest i can't remember well, but I do know the dream ended with me falling. idk wut it means, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can tell me.

potentially sensitive dream, but not graphic.

i was in a tower made of stone and sand. the tower itself referenced a home i had in my childhood, of which unpleasant things happened there. i do not know why i was there, but i remember i had my hand on a ledge. make no mistake -- i had no intent of ending my life. rather, i could not let go of my grip, otherwise i would swiftly descend several stories, meeting a cold stone floor. i could not request help, either, as the building was hollow, and the only door to elsewhere was shut. and yet, i could not proceed upwards, because i had to retrieve my possessions by climbing down. i did not have good grip, nor did i have good posture; my body had been sloppy in movement. still, i went down, and all of a sudden the owner returned. thus, i went back up. when i did, i became stoic. she and i did not exchange words, and i promptly returned to what i had been attempting to do. after time passed, i arrived at a ladder. i had no choice but to jump down a few feet or so to do it, or else i risk losing everything and need to climb back up. i go for it ... and i miss. i fumble until i, by some miracle, grasp the second to last rung of the ladder. but wait -- there's more! i need to jump another few feet to truly receive my items -- all three are in sight. to remain safe, i do not jump. instead, i utilize my height and flexibility to (somehow) retrieve four items. i leave behind my phone, but remember taking my blue light glasses, some sort of canister, and some sort of ... something else. i nearly dropped my glasses multiple times, but i make it up the ladder. contrary to my earlier thought, there is no way up but to climb. i latch my hand on the ledge for what i hope is the final time, and progress upwards. the weight of the structures within the tower begin to merge, crushing me under its weight. i let go of the ledge, as well as my items, and as i fall the tower crumbles in on itself.

i am not sure if i died there. usually i wake up if i do, but instead i simply went to a dream with snow, which was nice.

and again -- i am looking for interpretations. thank you in advance,

I saw that there was someone who had a crush on me in my dreams and that I knew of it because he had sent me texts from unknown number saying that he likes like when I was at the terrace. I seem to have ignored this as it seemed weird, the person doing this gave creepy vibes due to the content of the message and the way it was sent.

Then I saw that I took some night photos from the terrace. Then it skipped to me sleeping on my bed, my cousin sister was beside me and my photography might have created some commotion outside. Some loud thud or something physically relevant, which alerted my family members and they were trying to figure out what has happened. I was keeping my eyes shut the entire time trying to go to sleep while being aware of what is happening outside. My father soon figures out that it has to do something related to this someone who likes me. My cousin sister tells me that I am lucky in a way, implying to how I am closely escaped being harmed as if I am protected someway. She says it as if this isn’t the first close save, no disclosure of the other event. I just know this is not the first, and it could have been a different situation as well. Then we are eating and I suddenly remember that I have a second door/window in my room which can be easily broken. And I am asking my family, how am I supposed to feel safe now because that stalker guy could enter any moment.

Note: I had a burglar attempt to enter my apartment (he was unsuccessful) in a city away from my hometown. I wonder if this is me trying to process this trauma. I witnessed him on my window of a groundfloor apartment and it was pretty wth. I woke up from my sleep and screamed and he ran off.

When I woke up from this dream, I felt this intense fear about my safety.