What are asking dreams about?

I went through such a long period in a dream it was so hard. In the dream I was a stay at home dad and my wife was a journalist. She had been investigating gangs in a prison. At one point point a riot had broken out and the leader of a gang was willing to do an interview during a transport. During this one of the gangs had a prison break plan, and my wife was in the middle, during which she was shot in the stomach. My consciousness was teleported there while gun fire rained down around us. She died in my arms. The following weeks after the funeral her parents wanted custody of our daughter because I refused that it was real. I would say things like “ill wake up soon” and “you cant take my anchor to this world” when it was all said and done I lost. So I hung myself from the balcony of the stairwell. As soon as I began to slip in and out of death I saw myself sleeping in a bed and I screamed “WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP. THIS ISN’T REAL” when I woke up I scrambled into my kids room to make sure she was there. I called my wife to ask if she was ok and begged her to come home. To this day that still haunts me and causes me to not want to sleep.

Ok so I (m) have a female best friend. We have been friends for over 10 years with about a 4 year spread of little contact when she moved across the country.

She moved back 2 years ago and we have started to fall back to the friendship we had before she moved away.

Anyway last night I had an extremely vivid dream. I was at my mother's house for a cookout. Spring/summertime and there were several people there. My mom, her husband my two brothers myself my current girlfriend and several people that I don't think I actually know, just fillers I suppose. I also wanna preface that I don't dream often (atleast don't remember them) but when I do I remember I usually remember the beginning like waking up that day in my dream. But with this one it was like my consciousness was pushed in my body in the middle of the cookout.

So back to what's going on. So when I became conscious in the dream i remember thinking "how did I get here? I don't remember being here just a few minutes ago" and then my friends car pulled in the driveway. When she got out of the car she was visibly upset. I got up from my seat to greet her and noticed she was upset. I asked her what was wrong and she broke down and started crying. Then she produced a pistol from her purse and shot me twice in the chest.

I was stunned at first not realizing what happened. Then I felt the burn of the gunshot wounds, the warmth of my blood leak from chest. Then I fell over. I felt the cool damp grass on my face and the warmth of my blood on my torso. I remember feeling my energy drain from my body and then I took my last breath. When I died in the dream I woke up but it wasn't sudden or a jerk to being awake. It was like waking up any other day. But I had to feel my chest to make sure I wasn't shot. It was very vivid and I remember it so clearly.

What bugs me is that we have not argued or been in a fight or anything recently. Can you guys give some guidance?

Do you ever ponder your death and wonder what happens? Like where you go or what you feel? It gives me such a weird feeling of being alive and aware. I think either heaven and hell are real, or there are different lifetimes/worlds. I feel it would be like a dream, but you'd never "wake up" and it would be reality. The problem is its basically impossible to prove it. Its just a fun thought experiment and wonder if anyone else relates or doesn't. I just want your opinion.

i had a dream where i was driving to my grandmother’s house & looked up at the sky to see Lucifer was in the sky and God was basically in hell. Lucifer’s horns were the shape of clouds but he was still in heaven and then God was on fire, so he was in hell (in my dream— i’m trying to be more specific about how it was). we all know it’s the other way around in real life and yet in my dream it was the opposite. and then as i was driving, God begins to chase our car and then he turns back around— he “turns his back on me” as i thought in the dream. i woke up from this dream at exactly 4:44AM. what could this possibly mean? i do believe in God. i pray to him all the time and he blesses me so i am quite confused, although as of lately i have been questioning Him but who doesn’t ??? but i also believe in the Universe— i practice spirituality, all the while believing in the Christian God because that is how things work for me. i have never had a dream of such entities until tonight and i am a bit afraid to go back to sleep because i don’t want to dream it again... if anyone could maybe give me insight on what this could POSSIBLY mean, please please let me know.

Sorry for the confusing title but I just woke up and felt like I needed to post this somewhere to see if anyone has ever had a similar experience to this.

Okay, so my dream started out with me meeting a girl. She was amazing, and we had an instant connection. we started dating and went through the normal highs and lows of a relationship, as all couples do. Overall, our relationship was amazing so when we found out she was pregnant, even though we were young we were both so excited to be parents. Her parents lived nearby and offered to let us move in so they could help with the pregnancy and we could both stay in college. The next nine months seemed to fly by, and the pregnancy seemed easier than it should have been. I chalked it up to the fact that my girlfriend was an amazing strong woman and that her parents were there to help us out.

Now this is when things begin to get weird. I don't know why, but i was not with my girlfriend when she was at the hospital giving birth. I had something else to do even though being with her should have been my first priority. After she returned home she called me to let me know we had a son and to come over immediately. It was odd that I wasn't there in the first place, and even odder that even in the dream, I couldn't remember what I had just been doing. It was almost as if I blacked out, and when I came to, I was in the car driving home to see my new son. I shook it off and told myself I was just nervous to be a dad. As I was driving, I suddenly didn't know where I was. I had lived here for 9 months, but for the life of me I couldn't remember how to get home. It felt like I was driving around lost for hours and then, as if I blacked out again, I was outside my house being greeted by my girlfriends' parents as I walked up to the house. The strange thing was that the house didn't seem familiar, and neither did my girlfriend's parents.

Throughout all of this, I never questioned it and kept telling myself that I was just nervous and I was freaking myself out. Maybe I just needed to sit down for a minute and breath. I never even made it to the house, I just sat down on the steps leading up to the door and tried to calm myself down. I pulled out my phone and had a text message from an unknown number. I assumed it was a text from someone congratulating me and my girlfriend, but when I opened it, it was just an image of three 20 something year old boys who I had never seen. I was confused, but something about the picture seemed oddly familiar, so I just sat there and stared at it. As I sat on the porch staring at the photo the world went silent. I never heard a baby crying and never once did anyone try to retrieve me from outside to bring me in. It was almost as if everything in the world disappeared besides me and that photo.

I must have spent days staring at that picture, and finally I decided to text the number back and questioned who they were and why they sent me that photo. I wrote out the text and hit send and suddenly the picture went blurry. I looked around and nothing in the world seemed real anymore. Nothing seemed familiar. I felt like I was in a place I had never seen before. I looked back down at my phone and the blurriness of the photo began to clear up and I was left looking at a photo of me, my real-life brother, and my real-life best friend, standing in my real-life backyard. I stopped for a second, coming to the realization that everything was over. I immediately tried to run into the house to see my son but the second I opened the door to the house, I woke up.

My first instinct when I woke up was the check my phone for the photo but of course it wasn't there. The only thing on my phone was a text from my real girlfriend. he weird thing is, I can no longer picture my dream girlfriend's face, so for all I know, it could have been my real girlfriend. As I finish writing this, the dream is beginning to fade, and I can realize all the things that didn't make sense, but while I was in it, I would have bet anything it was real. I feel as if I just got a few years of my life back, as I woke up the same 22-year-old who went to bed the night bore.

My only regret? I never got to see my son.