What are acquaintance dreams about?

I'm not that big into dream interpretation, but I'm curious as to what people may get out of this.

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A lot of the beginning details are a little fuzzy, but here's the most memorable bits. I had lent a friend (an acquaintance I hadn't talked to in at least a decade) a really nice watch. I don't remember why this watch was so prominent, but it was referenced and talked about a lot. It was a copper color and had some gems or rhinestones on it. Anyway, ordinary dream stuff happens and eventually this friend gives me a ride home. I'm walking up the steps to my mansion (thanks for making me feel small dream), and I realize I don't have said watch on me. I turn around and my friend is about to hand it back to me when my cul-de-sac gets firebombed. I spent the next 6 or so minutes slowly burning alive: first it's the most painful thing I've ever experienced, then just extremely uncomfortable, then I get used to the pain before I die. Eventually, I wake up in the 'afterlife', and it's just a 3 bedroom apartment. One of the occupants was (questionably) Jesus, and all I remember was that this long-haired guy was really chill and had a great skincare routine lol. I also have really long hair for what that's worth. That was really about it. I *think* I was back in the living world at some point. I remember revisiting my burned house and trying to salvage what was there, as well as desperately trying to find a new home with my dad. My dead sister may have also been involved, or at least the memory of her. I remember thinking of her when I woke up.

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Anything here you feel that's interpretable? Or just some standard, wacky dream stuff?

Had a dream where I was stuck in this villa in the middle of a swamp infested with crocodiles. The only person giving me company was an acquaintance of mine from school. I have no idea why she was in the dream, I have hardly thought of her in the last 5 years, ever since I graduated from high school.

I just had the most macabre and morbid dream of my life... woah.

There were two sections to my dream, one section in which the character I was embodying was designing a cruise ship and the other was trying to kill Batman (?). Well, the guy who tried to kill Batman failed and he was captured by a cannibal cult.

He (or I?) was kept in a small concrete room. Three cannibals would come into the room and give food every so often. During one such feeding session they dropped three buckets, after which they dragged me outside and my dream went absolutely bonkers.

All manner of torture that I have forgotten and only seem to remember the horror of remain. One vivid memory was the main character (or me?) hanging over a particularly grotesque looking cannibal with crooked jaw and pus-yellow skin opening up his mouth as some other worker sawed off my toes, one by one to feed that crooked jaw cannibal.

Blood was drained, eyes were taken, ears were cut off, etc. All around me, fire and brimstone.

I was taken to another room, half crippled, bits and pieces missing. It appears I was taken to the leader of this place. The room was quiet. He told me he didn't get many visitors, none of his cannibals were pure enough to enter his room. Their hearts too cruel, their minds too twisted. He had a conversation with me, the contents of which elude me now. I recall him saying something about keeping the cannibals fed and healthy, but feeding them nutritious humans.

After this I found present myself in a quiet and secluded playground. The grounds were by the water, still and calm but eerily so. Then there is a lapse again in my memory.

After this particular bit I was designing the cruise ships again. A few of my designs were sucked up by great whirlpools, while the biggest ship remained. When all the friends and acquaintances were gathered, one was still missing: the guy who tried to kill Batman; the same guy who was partially fed to cannibals.

So, the dream returned to that guy, who was now sitting on the swing in the playground. He was screaming, flames engulfed him and he grew a set of great leathery wings and a terrible face, a mangled concoction of muscle and bone, red and white like in anatomy books. Then, I (or he) was sent to a city.

There were many people in this city. I entered a white tiled tunnel, well lit by fluor lighting. There was a familiar face, I seem to recall having seen him before in one of the missing segments of my dream. He beckoned me. He was an elderly man with a scraggly white stubbles in his chin and cheeks. His eyes darkened grey with a dim golden iris. His forehead covered in deep wrinkles and his scalp covered by a dark green woolen winter beanie.

I told him I changed. He waved me off. I changed into the terrifying form. The leathery winged monstrosity. Stander-bys were surprised, intrigued and the children pointed out how skinny the beasts leg were, none of them were afraid.

The man I knew, the old bearded man, a beggar, then told me to follow him to the mess hall.

I entered through a rickety metal gate into a dark and gloomy space. I couldn't smell in my dream, but if I could I am certain it would have smelled like rot and death, for the first thing that caught my eyes were the carvasses of men, hooked through the cavity of their eyes, suspended from the ceiling.

I witnessed a machine jamming it claws into one of the diners' eye socket at a table and pulling his eye out, taking it to the kitchen. The kitchen was open plan, so the bloody butcher cut his meat up there and it is there where he received the stolen eyes.

I looked at the beggar and he said to me verbatim: "They fiddled out my eyes yesterday."

He grabbed a bowl of stew and started eating.

I realized what kind of place this was. I repeated to myself: "Please tell me they didn't cook Bob for oil" several times. I went forward to the kitchen, a bloody mess of guts, severed body parts and human flesh. I said: "Of course they cooked Bob for oil."

There were stainless steel pots filled with human flesh. Pieces of belly and severed arms on the dark wooden kitchen counter. The butcher's knife was rising and falling. Next to me was another of these hooked corpses. He was missing the lower half of his body, the hook was jammed into an empty eye socket and penetrated his skull in the back.

This place blinded the diners and used them for meat to feed the other diners.

Then my dream ended.

I was surprised at the grotesque morbidity and brutal explicity of it all. That is why I decided to record the dream here.

It was a random event that no one expected. I was at a pizza place, picking up my takeaway when I ran into an old acquaintance. She was loudly discussing how no other worlds or realms were real but how the worlds created by authors and storytellers were real, tangible things you could visit in their stories. She used the Dreaming City is Destiny 2 as an example.

I caught up with her outside at told her she had a lovely voice for audiobooks but also that I disagreed with her view on the non-existence Of other worlds, realms, and realities.

At that point I looked up at the night sky and saw Jupiter, looking almost as large as the moon but not as bright (it was also a full moon in the dream). Our attention was taken from the discussion completely and we were completely focused on the sight of Jupiter in the sky. Soon, a crowd formed outside to see this celestial miracle; no one has ever seen Jupiter that close. We were all awestruck and kind of amazed.

That was pretty much the rest of the dream; me hanging around as more people trooped in to get a look.

Shortly afterwards I woke up and I felt extraordinarily calm and *happy*. I really felt like I had witnessed something amazing.

I dreamed the other night; That me & a female acquaintance were sleeping in the nude. My arm was cradling her breasts and were sleeping in the spooning position. It’s becoming more & more frequent and it was a non-sexual dream.

What does this type of dream mean?