What are arresting dreams about?

Hello guys can someone here can translate a dream? Coz I had a weird dream just right now.
My dream was about my girlfriend telling me that someone that I know harassed her months ago. And I was so mad that she didn't told me this right after the guy did this. After knowing that, I brought a knife and went to the guy's location and kill him. I cut his body parts limb from limb and I was so satisfied on what I'm doing. Im not even scared or anything it's so weird. After killing him, I just leave his body and remove my fingerprints on that particular house. After doing that I realize that the house where I killed him was the apartment that my family we're living 2 years ago and I was shocked when I saw my dad there looking at the window and staring at the body I killed. He's not mad and has no reaction. Also I remember that I wasn't really planning to kill the guy, I just want to cut his arms. When I did cut his arm, I think about that I might go to jail if he survives and tell everyone who did this to him so I just chopped his body. that's when I woke up. Please can someone translate it? I'm so anxious about this and I really have a bad feeling like I'm so nervous when I woke up

The Dream: There was a bed where me and my brother were on and the dream started where I was trying to pull the gun that was pointed to his head away from him. It felt like I was trying to move a statue; he was just still and his eyes just stared ahead. Right next to each of us were the bodies of our Dad's deceased parents (our grandparents). Behind the bed was a large window and I noticed it was night time and it was raining outside. There was a lamp post outside that illuminated the room. While I was screaming and begging my head off to stop my brother, the next scene then shows the statue of the Virgin Mary, the one you usually see in Churches where her arms are spread as if waiting for a hug. The statue stood in front of the bed while she looked at us.

The last thing I saw was her face zoomed in, and the shadow of the rain drops against the window to make it look like she was crying. I can still be heard crying in the background. And then a gun shot.

Then I woke up jerking my arms upwards and screamed "NO!!".

After the dream: Minutes after waking up, I grabbed my phone and saw a message from my older brother saying that my dad passed away from a cardiac arrest. They found him in a hotel alone unconscious on the floor. This was in 2015 and he was living in another country. In 2017, an Aunt from that same country visited us and told me they suspected my Dad took his own life while we were talking about him. I've never been caught so speechless and immediately remembered the nightmare I had that night. My little brother was fine (still is up to date), but I'm not sure if the dream tricked me into thinking it was my younger brother instead of my Dad to mess with me? I don't know what to think.

Well my dream didn’t PHYSICALLY last 27 years. I was only asleep for 5 hours. But days went by feeling like actual days, years went by feeling like years. It started off at home, I was in a rush to go to school but when I got there this jerk kid was pissing everyone off. Now calm down when I say this because it was only s dream and I don’t know what if into me but for some reason I killed the kid. Obviously I was caught because I did it in front of everyone and for about a month i was stuck in jail. I got some weird therapy but they found out I had no reason but the fact that he was being rude to everyone, my best friends Sydney who was the biggest witness tried to defend me in court but knew mentally that their was no getting me out of the inevitable. I was sentenced to capital punishment by electrocution where I was taken to death row. I received some letters and asked some people to send me photos to put up. Days lasted only 12 hours but they definitely felt like full hours. About 2 years in I had excepted the fact of death and started asking what my date would be. Eventually they told me it was 27 years and it was sometime in June. I got notes from my friends my friends and even one from my class, though the one from my class said they all hated me. But all the drama took place on the day of the execution. The handcuffed me and gave me my last meal that I can’t remember. Then when I got to the death chamber and strapped into the electric chair I saw my bff Sydney playing games with popcorn. My teacher writing something. My other BFF Emily watching. Sydney’s dog whimpering and pawing at the window, a few town people and 3 reporters. My last words were “peace out fam” because I was basically brain dead and couldn’t think of anything. The first shock was so crazy. I could feel the pain so clearly as if it wasn’t a dream at all, it was so excruciatingly painful and it took them 3 attempts before I died, then it all went black and I heard 3 knocks followed by “Carys?” I thought I was dead but nope it was my mom waking me up to go to school. I’m still in shock, get it, shock.

It starts off with me chilling at El Chapo’s mansion, with his best friend/right hand man. I had just built them a badass addition to their house. It was like an indoor bull fighting arena that had a nice beer garden sort of vibe to it.

I was proudly showing off my new project to Chapo’s right hand man when suddenly I had to piss. So I go outside around back to piss but Chapo’s mom and sister would not leave me alone to pee. So I decided fuck it, i gotta pee hella bad, so that’s what I’m gonna do.

I warn the two ladies, who are standing directly in front of me, that I have a rather large penis. I pull out to pee and they gasp, remarking to each other that indeed I do have a rather large penis.

I put my dick back in my pants and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks- I JUST FLASHED MY DICK AT THE MOTHER AND SISTER OF FUCKIN EL CHAPO! AND THEY LIKED IT! IM A DEAD MAN!

So I went on the run.

The rest of the dream was really Intense, but it’s starting to fade at this point. What I do remember is ending up in jail somehow, escaping into a hospital, where everyone’s been killed by this hitman that’s after me. Then me taking the clothes from one of the bodies as a disguise. Then we end up in a pig slaughtering facility where the final battle ensues.

He finally finds me, pulls out his gun, I go in for the attach, disarm him, gun jams. There’s a struggle, I get the gun unjammed and I shoot his bitch ass.

Victory is mine.

Me and my big ass dick walk off into the sunset.

In my dream I was driving my car, and I drove past a gas station. In my rear view mirror I saw the gas station I passed explode. I felt some worry about the people there but relief I didn’t stop at that one, and then I kept driving.

I drove up to the next gas station that was within line of sight across the street, much closer than the first one and I waited at the red light. As the light turned green I saw the edges of the building light on fire, like the fire just appeared, and then I drove away but I didn’t get much distance before it exploded. I felt the heat off of it and heard the screams and I drove away scared with a feeling of dread in my stomach.

I finally drove to a gas station and decided to pull in and stop. But at the last second my hands froze on the steering wheel and instead of turning, I drove straight into the gas pumps and they also exploded.

I felt the explosion overtake my body so fast, and my physical body jumped in my sleep and my heart skipped a beat from the shock of it. At this point, after experiencing physical harm in my dream, I’d normally wake up. There was a brief darkness in my dream and I remember feeling relieved that I didn’t seem to experience much pain.

And then I could see again and I was standing outside my car in the aftermath of the explosion. I could hear sirens in the distance. A spectral male figure appeared floating above me and he held his hands out to me and gestured for me to take them and come with him. I was compelled to take his hands but I was confused, yet somehow I knew I felt safe and comfortable with this man at the same time.

As he brought me into the air with him and we floated together, I realized I was dead. And a huge wave of panic hit me knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to my boyfriend or my mom again- I immediately wanted to try to communicate with them even though I was dead. The man told me not yet, I had a soul contract to fulfill first.

The man took me and trained me, I remember him speaking to me about there being many things I needed to learn. He tried to teach me to be like him and convince me to come with him, but I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to stay as close to the Earthly plan as I could so I could one day see my family again and check in on how their lives were going now that I was gone.

After that he took me to a prison cell of a man whose soul needed to be saved. He told me to speak with him and try to help him. I went into the man’s cell and he seemed to recognize me even though I didn’t remember knowing his face. At the same time I felt love for him. He didn’t know I was dead until I reached out and touched his hand. He said “You’re so cold..” and I told him it was because I died.

I died on September 20th in my dream. Once I left the man’s cell I asked my spectral mentor what day it was to the people who were still living. He said it was October 21st. “A month?! Already?” I started panicking and hoping my boyfriend was okay. I knew I need to get to him and tell him not to be sad and that I’m still here, just in a different form. But the spectral man still didn’t want me to leave, and I woke up just after I agreed to stay with him instead.