What are anticipating dreams about?

I’m in an office building lobby with about 30-40 other men all around my age 35. Everyone including myself is dressed business casual and everyone is here for a job interview but nobody knows any details about the job.

One by one in alphabetical order a woman calls a name out of an open door and a few minutes later a guy walks out looking disappointed. I realize since my last name begins with a W that i’m most likely going to be the last one called in.

At first I was nervous hoping and praying I don’t make an ass of myself. My fears fade quickly and confidence sets in knowing I got this.

I’m now the last one in the waiting room and the guy that was just called in is taking much longer than any of the others had. I sit and watch the clock with anticipation, every minute feels like 10 minutes.

After about an hour the guy walks out looking confused and angry. I hear the woman call my name and walk in to a large office and sit in the chair in front of an old antique wooden desk. I can’t see what the woman looks like because her chair is turned with the back towards me and she is looking out the window as if she is watching down on something or someone.

She says “congratulations you are the most qualified for this opportunity” I ask her “what opportunity would that be”? There is a long silence. Then she says
“ this may not make sense but I need you to promise me that you are going to take care of her and never give up on her, she needs someone like you in her life, I can’t go into detail, just don’t let me down. Can you do that”? I say “ yes you can trust me”

The shake turns around and she walks over to me and I extend my arm to shake her hand and she laughs and says “give me a hug”. She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me tight and I wake up hugging my pillow.
A few days pass and I dismiss the dream as just another silly product of my imagination. I end up meeting this gorgeous woman and we begin to hit it off rather well, spending every night together for a week. We have a disagreement and she leaves my house on rather negative terms.

The next day I go to out of town to help a friend move and the entire time she’s all I can think about, so much that I’m not paying any attention to what i’m doing. I decide to text her and tell her I can’t stop thinking about her and ask her if she would be my girlfriend.

She agrees and asks me to come over. I tell her I’m not in town and I’ll be back the following day.

The next day I go to her house and we start watching tv on the couch and she starts crying and tells me her dad is missing and she has a bad feeling something isn’t right. Then she grabs a book off her bookshelf and opens it up. I ask her “what’s this”? She says it’s her baby book. We begin reading all of the thoughtful things her relative sand parents had written then she turns a page and there she is the woman from the interview. I ask “who’s this”? Pointing to the picture.

She says “that’s my mom, she passed away a few years ago, I miss her so much” my heart sank and I was blown away. I didn’t know what to say. Her mom came to me through a dream and told me to look after her daughter.

Hi All, please help me interpret this dream because I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what this means. For context, I'm 24f. just lost a job because it wasn't in my field at all, and earlier this year I found out my ex cheated on me. As a hopeless romantic I was just devastated because I thought he was The One.

Let me tell you the story.

So it started off in a warehouse/flat situation where everyone was just hanging out, and I assume it was a sort of medical centre for crackheads too since we'd have a couple come over and some doctors would take them in. Then I eventually decided to follow my friend's sister and mum to the beach outside (think southend-on-sea but barren and with seating areas like in The Minnack Theatre in Cornwall).

We settled on the beach and sat around for a while until two of my friends came over, and we started talking about the Devil being on the top floor of this specific skyscraper, and how he tells you your future. Bear in mind that I didn't see skyscrapers surrounding the beach until they said this, and there was a specific black one which tbh looked pretty cool. So one by one everyone at the beach went to go see him, even my friends, and by the end of the day it was my turn.

My friend showed me the way into the building, but couldn't go up with me since the elevator warning said it was only for one person. As I went up, the elevator started getting smaller and smaller until I was compact. Then it turned out that there were some renovations going on on the top floor, and I was stuck for a little bit until this old couple pulled apart the elevator and got me out.

So, it was time to see the Devil. I started walking around the floor a little bit, it looked like a standard office building, walls were all white and there were accents of wood, loads of meeting rooms too. I found the room where the Devil, as it was the only room occupied, the door was wide open and it was lit with shades of purple, green, and black. So I walk in expecting to see him, but it looked like some generic-ass dude with a flarey costume and a skull mask, which was very underwhelming as you can tell. He explained the rules of visiting him to me, I

had to come up with a question like everyone else did and he would show me an answer/my future. I spent a lot of time at the beach wondering if I should ask about my career or my love life, I'm extremely indecisive and ended up choosing the latter last minute, maybe because I thought it was more important to me (dumb, I know, I should've picked career). He said that's fine, the question can be about anything I want and gestured at this little mountain in front of him. It was like a greyish purple colour and looked like dried lava, and it has a button that you pull out, which I assume is like a pull up to show you your future. He told me to pull the button and I did.

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And then I woke up.

and now I'm so frustrated because I'll never know the answer, but also curious. I'm not majorly into dream interpretation, I used to do it a bit more in my teen years or only if a dream freaks me out and I wanna know what it means. But I cannot interpret this at all. Please help, lol.

P.S. I wasn't feeling particularly scared throughout this dream, I was pretty calm the whole time, I kind of thought of it as visiting a funfair attraction. There was a bit of anticipation when going up the lift, but otherwise I was carefree the whole time.

Thanks for reading!

I’ll try to explain this as best as I can because words don’t do it any justice. It was the weirdest dream I’ve ever had as it seemed so incredibly real.
I was 10 yrs d when I had the dream at my grandmother’s house. It started with me being in an endless expanse of blackness with people’s silhouettes all around me. I didn’t feel like I had a physical body but just a consciousness, a feeling of just ‘being’. The endless crowd of people were facing the same direction and I had the distinct feeling that we were waiting for something in anticipation. Instead of fear, I felt unbelievable content peace, comfort, and love. We were watching something that I could only be described as looking like an imax screen showing moving images. It had no sound. The image was of doctors in green scrubs and white masks walking back and forth.
Suddenly, quicker than a blink, I was in the room with the doctors. It was unbearably bright, freezing cold, loud, and I was pissed. Then I woke up. As I laid there in bed I was very upset and angry that I woke up and tried to go back to sleep and have the dream again. To be in that loving expanse of darkness... I know what it sounds like to me but I’m curious about what it seems like to you.

This is my first post on the sub. Hope I am adhering to all the community guidelines :)

The Dream:
I dream of searching a toilet. Every time I find one, I see that people can see me while I sit on the seat. Sometimes the door isn't there. Sometimes the latch doesn't work. Sometimes the walls of the toilet are so low that people walking by can see me.
When someone is about the turn and see me, I usually get up, pull my trousers up and get out, and start finding another toilet.
Sometimes I am searching and sitting and getting up in the entire dream. On occasions when people do see me taking a dump, they do not react. They just pass by or converse normally. I feel embarrassed after being seen in that position though.

About me:
I am a very private person. I don't like sharing about my personal life with people in general.
Also I am quite introverted, but still very social.
I have been working on self improvement for quite some time now, and like keeping those efforts just to myself.

Is it that I am trying to be too secretive about common things in life, when I shouldn't be ?

I know this might sound like a very common dream, and just a simple Google search will open multiple links pointing to various interpretations. But somehow, those seem to be generalized. So posting this here in belief that I might find a more meaningful interpretation here.

If this post is by any means offensive or something that has been asked quite a few times, please let me know. I'll remove the post.

Looking forward to your help in understanding and interpreting the dream.

Thanks for reading.

A few years ago I was in fifth grade and leaving my school and thankfully my bully. Irl he has been bullying me relentlessly for years, so irl I was glad I was leaving. In the dream it was the start of fifth grade, and in the dream I did fifth grade basically identicaly to how I actually did it with a few minor details skewed, like the names of my friends. They were the same people except with different names. In fifth grade irl I had a really hood friend who had smoked weed before, and in the dream he was the same. In the dream tho, about 3/4 of the way through the year, things started skewing from reality. Btw, time was the same in the dream, it literally felt like the better part of a year. Anyways, at that point in the school year, my hood friend had stolen a gun from his brother and I bought it off of him because he didn’t need it and I was interested in guns. It had a mag in it already. Another kind of skewed point in this dream was that after I bought the gun my bully started being even worse, and making me cry every night. He would cyberstalk me and just say horrible things. At the end of the school year in the dream, I had gotten an idea in my head to beat him up on the last day of school because I wouldn’t be coming back. In the dream, my mental state became so horrible and all I could think of is how bad the bullying is. On the last day of school, it was extra bad, and in a fit I packed the gun in my lunch box. At the end of the day I was shaking, and we did the whole end of the year routine, saying goodbye, and irl I used to love that but on this day in the dream I was in a fit of anticipation. I went to the school yard where we all played around after the year ended, and at some point, everyone had left the yard except my bully. I yelled to him, “hey you fucking asshole, suck on this” and he started walking towards me and insulting me as I pulled the gun out of my lunchbox. He stopped when he saw the gun and froze with wide eyes. He was trembling, and he said “bro...I...” and I was suddenly on my feet even though I didn’t remember standing up, and also I was pointing the gun at his face, and I was trembling and crying, and I had my one hand on it shaking like hell. My eyes were welled up w tears and I said “you! You... you! You never thought I would ever fight back!” And he was standing there shaking and there was a solid 15 seconds of me pointing it at him. I started screaming like crazy as I fired the first round into his chest. It hit him and he immediately went down squirming. I waked up to him and yelled again as I fired six more rounds into his neck and head. He stopped squirming and I quickly pocketed the gun. I felt so fucking amazing. I felt like a god, but then I felt so panicked and I had a mental breakdown where it got dark and all I could do was scream and have a fit. I recovered a few minutes later and still in a fit if panic grabbed the gun and blew my brains out, making me wake up. It felt so real, and it felt like the actual school year and it has been driving me crazy because what actually happened is that despite him being a lot bigger than me, I somehow managed to beat him within an inch of his life. The circumstances were the same as in the dream except without the gun. I remember what happened irl is that I was frantically checking for a pulse before leaving him basically bleeding out as I biked home.