What are the afternoon dreams about?

Did anyone experienced eating something they never seen in irl?
and the weird part is I felt the bite and taste of it. It's really and oddly nice tasty thing
What's more weirder is I spent only an hour sleeping just afternoon nap
But in the dream im there for 2 fucking days and I only remember the food part

Afternoon everyone,

I had a weird dream this morning I do not understand.

I was in my home when I had two huge snakes sitting next to each other. They were movie sized scary snakes as big as an adult. I saw a giant goldish cat the size of a dog running around near me and I tried to get it to kill the snakes. I was afraid. The snakes heads were almost as big as mine. The cat was just running around. I was trying to get rid of the snakes. I think I tried calling my dad since he has snakes knows how to handle snakes. I remember my girlfriend telling me on phone at some point not to harm or kill the snakes.

I went to the refrigerator, but it was a door knob instead of a normal refrigerator handle. There was a tiny baby snake on the handle. I tried to open the refrigerator and then I realized I had a giant snake wrapped around my neck and body. I tried to get it off, but it bit me suddenly on my right side near my hip, I couldn't move, then I woke up scared.

It was the first time ever having such an intense and scary dream in my life.

In this dream, me and my siblings were younger, I was about 12 yo (27 now). My dad and his colleagues worked in an industry located in the middle of a forest, and it released an incredible amount of toxic gases and caused very severe water pollution. They were aware of this and they felt terrible, but there was nothing they colleagues would have done because they needed their jobs to keep their families. So they decided to work until they were stable and then dismantle the whole building until it was unable to generate those toxic gases ever again.
So the moment of dismantling came, and my family, my 97yo grandpa and I went to the forest and stayed in a nice wooden cabin near the building. As I said, I was around 12yo. Everyday and several times per day I would go to the building in my bike and see the process. Went with my dad to supervise the dismantling or directly helped. My grandpa also would go with my in our bikes. We had delicious meals at the afternoon.
The dream had this constant peaceful feeling. My 12yo was enjoying the moment very much and I when I woke up it was from a very nice dream.

So a few months ago I randomly woke up to the smell of tuna fish. Now it was probabaly around 2:00-3:30am I had been asleep for quite some time, but the smell was so strong that I actually had to get out of my bed and sniff around the room, wondering where the hell it was coming from. At first I smelled my pillow, then my shirt, the dog, my blanket and then checked around my room to see if I had somhow left a tuna fish samwich somwhere, even though i didn't eat any the day before. I was determined to figure out where this scent was coming from, becuase well... Trying to sleep when your room mysteriously smells like fish is kinda difficult 😂 so I then checked the kitchen to see if anyone else was making tuna in the middle of the frikin night but. But there was no one. So I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep... NOW this is where the experience takes turn. GET THIS, the next day (somtime in the afternoon) I was videochatting with my bestfriend, and hadn't even mentioned the mysterious tuna smell. She started telling me about the crazy dram she had, WHERE SHE WAS AT MY HOUSE EATING A TUNA SAMWICH OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. When she told me this I was litterly stunned. It was like the ground shook beneath me. Let's jsut say my life hasn't been the same since...

-If anybody has an explanation for this telekinesis dream phenomenon... plz let me know. We are both still shook by this and searching for answers 😂

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