What are addict dreams about?

So I knew this person in high school who was a heroin addict. He was the same grade as me. He had lots of stick and poke tattoos on his hands. What made me recognize him in this dream was one specific tattoo, on his finger he had the acronym ACAB. I haven’t thought about this person in years. Anyways, the first thing i can remember is being in a house I didn’t recognize. I was with the heroin addict guy who we’ll call Nick and two other girls i was friends with in high school. Nick and one of the other girls were shooting up. I remember saying out loud, “Nick? Is that you? I knew I recognized the ACAB tattoo but the rest of you has changed so much.”

After I said that the next memory i have was all 4 of us in my car. We’re driving around my home town and suddenly the perspective changes to third person outside of the car. I crash the car and go unconscious. When i wake up, im in first person again. My legs are pinned under the steering wheel. I see Nick and the two girls looking at me from outside the car with blank expressions. Theres a fire truck but no firefighters. I remember feeling completely dazed and out of it when I noticed that outside it was completely dark. We had crashed during the day and after realizing this i kept repeating “WHAT TIME IS IT?” over and over again crying and trying to free my legs. And after that I promptly woke up, extremely sweaty.

Anyone have any thoughts or interpretations of this? I have no idea what to make of it and its been bothering me.

A Devil with humongous breasts comes and most of the people go to suck on it. There is cocaine in the devil's breast milk .People get addicted and start killing other people who deny sucking the devil's breasts. Apparently I am the leader of the group which is anti devils breast milk

We fight a war and my group lose because the others are fueled by cocaine enriched breast milk .

So basically, I dreamed that my ex (for only 3 months, and dumped me more than a year ago) came for a family dinner of mine. I felt contradicted, because I was happy with seeing her again, but I also have a long distance gf with much deeper relationship.

Anyhow, we chilled out, watched TV and played sg like a ps4 (which I don't have irl). But later I told her that I don't want to give up my current gf, and restart everything with her, even if the possibility did appeal to me.

She left, and later I was taking a walk. My current long-distance gf appeared there and we walked together (like if we would do it everyday), but I was a bit nervous about what if my ex appears.

And she did but...

She was no she anymore... She changed gender by surgery. He was hanging around with his male friends, and we just exchanged a hi. I then turned to my gf, and told her "see, no need to be afraid of her now 😉". But at the same time I was angry on her, because she used to be a beautiful girl, but as a male she just looked like a drug addict.

For context, I am a mid-30’s female. Child-free by choice. I have never done recreational drugs or struggled with drug addiction. Not bragging or judging, just emphasizing why I feel this dream was so bizarre.

Last night I dreamed I was an addict living in a half way house. In the beginning of the dream it was clear I was still actively using. I felt sick, I felt cravings. The room in this halfway house I shared with another addict was in shambles. It was scary and depressing.

At some point mid-way through my dream we gained another roommate. He was around my age. He kind of just appeared, but as soon as he did the weight of addiction was lifted from my shoulders. He was still early on in his recovery and I became his mentor of sorts. As we progressed in our recovery, I started to feel better and better. Our surroundings also became cleaner and brighter, not so depressing anymore.

Eventually he and I ended up madly in love with one another. We were deep into recovery at this point and no longer had cravings. The darkness had totally passed. We were both stronger, healthier and happier than ever. I could tell from our deep connection that some time had passed. Years maybe. At least enough time for us to fall in love and have a baby, because that’s exactly what we did. A daughter. She looked like him. We loved each other and loved her. We were both very loving and attentive parents.

Then I fucked up. Bad. I used again. I don’t even know why I would do that. I was so unbelievably happy and I wasn’t even craving anything. But I did it. He was mad. More than mad. Hurt and betrayed. He took our daughter and left. He wouldn’t speak to me. My heart broke into a million pieces. I begged him and promised him I would never use again. And I wouldn’t have, I know I wouldn’t. But he wasn’t having it. He wanted nothing to do with me anymore and didn’t want our daughter around me. I didn’t blame him, but I was still heartbroken beyond belief. Then I woke up.

My dream ended in just as much misery and despair as it began. I have no idea what prompted this or what it means. Everything that happened is so out of character and not anything I have any real life experience with. Today I spent all day thinking about my dream boyfriend? husband? from last night. I feel so bad for hurting him even though he doesn’t exist. I don’t understand why I’m still thinking about him. I feel kind of stupid.

If you actually read this whole thing, thanks. It was such an emotional rollercoaster for me last night (and today, I’m embarrassed to admit) so I had to tell someone and get it off my chest.

So, a week ago I had a dream that really stuck with me for some reason. I woke up around 1 in the afternoon (I work nights), with my heart still racing from it and feeling extremely anxious. I’m just trying to make sense of it.

In the dream, I had traveled by boat to this woodland-covered island in the middle of the lake that my parents live on/where I grew up. This island exists in real life. It’s about a mile long and maybe 100 yards wide, covered in woods with some native wildlife like deer, grey foxes, armadillos, raccoons, etc. This island sits directly across the water from my parents house, we can see it easily from our backyard. I used to take my canoe over there and explore this island a lot as a teenager. Also noteworthy: This island was the site of a very small summer camp sometime in the 1950s. You can still see the crumbled remains of what were once the camp kitchen and bunks, very simple wooden structures with a few rusted cot frames, misc trash and an old kitchen stove remaining. This island also was once home to a small herd of goats put there to help maintain vegetation on the island, but all had disappeared by the 90s. People camp on it occasionally.

Moving on to the dream! It was broad daylight outside, sometime in early afternoon I think. I went, for reasons unknown, to the island by boat. I don’t recall what sort of boat I was in. I think my husband was with me, but that detail is murky. I walked through the woods to the middle of the island where the old camp used to be. The kitchen mess hall is still standing, a wooden structure about the size of a doublewide trailer with no doors attached to the entrances or glass in the windows.

I go inside. There is no electricity, but I can the interior fairly well from the daylight coming through the open doorways/windows. Inside, it is littered with trash and nylon camping tents/piles of bedding where people have been sleeping there on the dirty wooden floor. There are 2 darkened rooms off each end of the main room. There are also several groups of people milling about inside, talking and laughing like this was just their hangout spot. Maybe 8-12 people total. I am drawn to a tent in the center of the room. It is partially unzipped, so I peek inside. It is empty except for a black plastic trash bag,and lying beside the trash bag is the decomposing body of 1 of my 4 cats. I become instantly filled with indescribable terror and run towards the doorway to leave.

As I try to leave, a young couple enter the doorway as the male half proclaims “alright let’s go cheat!” while leading his laughing female companion towards one of the darkened side rooms. I look back into the main room and see a large but rather skinny pink pig rooting around in the trash strewn about. The whole atmosphere was like a “trap house”, an abandoned building where homeless addicts congregate to squat and use drugs.

In terror, I proclaim “how can you all just sit in here with this dead, rotting cat like it doesn’t exist???” I was especially terrified over the body of my dead cat. I couldn’t even walk near the tent he was in. I remember hoping the pig would just eat his body so it would be gone.

My husband and I are forced to spend the night here. We chose a spot in the building far away from my dead cat. Upon awakening the next day, we make a hasty getaway. Suddenly the doorway has a flimsy screen door on it. I look around the main room once more before we go. The people are gone, but the pig is still there, rooting around in the trash on the floor. I say to my husband “we should leave the door propped open so the pig can get out”. Then we leave.

In reality, my cat is healthy and fine. He’s an indoor-only cat and my baby.

Can someone interpret this wild AF dream for me??lol