What are artist dreams about?

Context, I’m a 25 year old Irish girl with no kids, long term happy relationship still living in a good working class family home but worked my ass off & just bought my first home.

I had a dream last night, I have a dream book and google and still haven’t been able to place it but it woke me up at 6am and I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.

I had this dream I lived in America it was a big city but the outskirts where very run down, broken footpaths, weeds, dusty and unloved. I was a waitress & I was walking home with my female friend from work at dusk, the sky was a lovely purple when all I can describe is the American maffia a fat bloke and skinny one screeched the car over and put us in at gunpoint.

We’re in the back of the car & the mafia men start telling my friend how she needs to go and sell herself as she owes them a lot of money, she has already been doing it and making them a lot of money, I’m shocked as I didn’t realise, and then the start to force me into it at gun point. We get to the outskirts of the city & I recognise a block of flats and some how kick the door open and bolt though this dusty half grassy area.

I bolt up these stairs I know someone on the top floor, it’s my friends flat! I bust in the flat is bare concrete walls with peeling wall paper there’s a hole in the roof leaking water and weeds growing. I can still see that pink purple sky. I take a deep breath and I go into her room to find her husband dead with a heroin overdose and I freak and kinda move him to the corner and cover him with a sheet, I hear gun shots out the window and my friend has managed to escape the car and running towards the block of flats. I hear gunshots in the alleyway and I go into another bedroom.

This bedroom is perfect, it’s snuggly 2 beds with 2 young girls in bed in jammies watching videos (on a wee old grey TV with built in video player me and my sister had the exact same one in the 90s this is the only recognisable thing in this dream) I hear the front door of the flat burst open and my friend scream and bullets. I hear a thud, she’s dead, I open the window and pull myself up on the roof, I help pull the young girls up and push the window closed with my foot. There’s painter sheets in the roof and a helicopter around we hide under these sheets so as the helicopter doesn’t see us and hear the men leaving. I am on this roof thinking how I will have to adopt these 2 girls and make sure they do well in life.

- none of these people in my dream were recognisable
- I’m very against the idea of having kids but when I woke up I was terrified I had left these girls and wanted to go back into the dream and save them.

Yea? I don’t even know what bit means the most or where I should start picking it apart?

It felt powerful so after I woke up i wanted to know what this meant. So the dream starts in a area that i m familiar with, a area that I pass everytime I go home. It s a field with houses but most of the field isn t occupied yet it s just for sale. The sun is setting so I have that good vibe going on because i love the color of a sun set, a warm orange light. I see this artist that I really enjoy, Jaden Smith, to be exact passing by on the main road with a skateboard and I watch him from the field. Then for some reason I ask a dude with some glasses and ginger hair and beard how much does it cost to buy land here, since I saw him with some papers and i figured he would know. Another strange thing, my natal language isn t english it s romanian, so I thought to myself why didn t I ask him in romanian first since we are in romania right? Like I know this place? Then for some reason the answer to this thought came from a feeling that seeing Jaden made me speak english so that everyone understands. Anyway, the dude is very friendly, and answers oh it s better than other places here it s 10 pounds per ... and then he stops and we say at the same time per meter? And he says yes. Then i leave next thing and here starts the part im most interested. I go to this house and there s a person i can t remember if it was a man or a child / teenager but it was male for sure who said something like we need to hunt a lion.. note that this part isn t really what I heard in the dream but the ideas are the same. Then I reply with but what about the cubs of the lion? You re gonna leave them alone. From there I don t remember what he said or happened but it felt like he ignored me. Next thing you know im in a house and these 2 big dudes hold the lion with a chain up while the skinny dude with a sniper or something with a scope shoots a tranquilizing dart in the lion. I see all of this and i feel like i have to free this lion. The dudes drag the lion to the entrance of the house in chains and leave him there with me. The lion seems pretty beat up, blood on his stomach, even thought they just shot him with a dart. We are still in the same area that I can recognize, still in the field. The field has a main road that leads to my house but im on a different road, a road that still connects to the field road. So i see the lion I pick him up the chains dissapear, and I run. I exit the yard of the house and run and run. As I run the lion slowly wakes up and as he does I have this fear of him attacking me. As he almost wakes I put him on a whole different field with just dirt not the same field that i recognize in real life and wait. As he wakes ans gets up the dudes in the house see this and chase after us. We both begin running and as we run one dude shoots at the lion and out of nowhere I pull out a silver serving dish and block the bullet. Like I put it in front of the bullet and save the lion from what it felt a deadly shot. And that s how it ends. Any meanings on the lion part? Im just curious ty :)

So basically, I had a really realistic dream where my favorite artist hadn't actually passed. I was so happy and it felt like the best day of my life. I immediately bought tickets to his concert, and then I woke up. I feel so weird right now. Like I want to break down and cry but I don't want to ruin the day for the others around me (on vacation) Can anyone explain why I feel like this or does anyone just want to talk

Hello I’m buddyfromcanada, I’m 16 years old and I must of had the weirdest dream, it involved my celebrity crush (I’ve had the same one since the start of puberty witch was 12), I’ve never really had a dream about my crusher before, I don’t own anything that has her face on it or anything like that, just a simple guy yeah? What’s the deal? Now it feels like I’ve known her for years and loved her.? What’s happening?

I wasn't sure to put this under dream or nightmare, but I had this weird dream that I'm not sure what to make of.
I had a dream, but in the beginning it started off like a viewer discretion advised warning you'd get in like a movie or horror game. It started off with saying "if you're prone to panic attacks, viewer discretion advised." Under it was a girl I couldn't recognize who had a finger to her lips like she just told someone to keep a secret.
This was already a weird start, but then it started narrating some story of me and a balloon boy I haven't met. It never actually showed the balloon boy weirdly enough. It showed me talking to someone, but it's like something purposely cropped the person out so it was only me. I remember in one of the areas, I was sitting on a big tree stump with yet again I'm assuming the weird balloon boy.
Then it took a weird turn, as the narrator said at the end of the dream, "soon enough, the balloon boy went missing" with dramatic horror music. This may not sound as scary as I type this out, but for some reason something about this was scary to me. I then saw a flash of my favorite artist sitting on the tree stump like he was supposedly the balloon boy or something, then before I knew it I felt myself hyperventilate in real life and couldn't wake up properly for 10 seconds. I was able to wake up finally, but I still wonder what the heck was that all even about?