What are Australia dreams about?

So. Posting from phone because that’s where I wrote it all down. There’s a lot of swearing in this, I typed it all out immediately after having the dream so bear with me. It might not make sense, it might we’ll see.

Any questions on this I’ll do my best to answer but here we go:

Downstairs outside back in Australia (US Army training)
Literally mining a copper node (world of Warcraft lol)with lego’s (more legos would pop out as I did it was fuckin awesome.
Civilian lady walks over “excuse me, excuse me can you help me out? Sounds super flustered
What’s goin on?
Something something husband deploying soon, something something guard shift
Kinda cut her off mid speech
I would help but my wife is in my room sleeping so I can’t cover for ya
Wait a second... why is my wife in Australia with me

Wake up

One eye pops open
I sit up on the bed
Look around, yup Australia barracks room, 12 or so other beds strewn about whatever
Wait what the fuck I’m back in Australia oh hell no

Wake up

Standing lookin into a Tim burton beetle juice type of room mostly dark
Lovechair three girls
Teaching going on about something
Walk out
Find phone start texting wife
What you doin
Walk back into the “class”
Teacher going hard in the paint sucking a dildo
All three girls laughing and giggling
Me wondering what the fuck
Grab phone again to text wife “how bout some of that later lol”
Wife gets up off couch walking out
Laughing saying “wish I had a teacher like that in...”
Turn around and follow her out

Wake up

Stumble off bed in a panic, bright autumn colored room
“What the actual fuck”
Rubbing eyes cause tired and dizzy, wife still laying down
See dog walking around
Cat gets up and says “I’m going downstairs to make coffee and let the dog out”
Thinking alright sweet deal
Dog follows cat out
Turn around to the bed
Wife awake asking what I’m doin
She has no face

Wake up

Sit up fast as fuck
Just woke up while still dreaming the fuck
Throw legs off bed
Crawl/climb over sparebed/torn paper and boxes
Eyes blurry can only see out of one eye
Room isn’t all orange red and brown anymore back to normal
Turn to wife to wake her up
She already is and says why do you keep freaking out so much
She remembered me waking up in my dream?
FUCK

Wake up

Slow sit up in bed and kick feet off
Brain my confused as all hell
What the hell did I just dream about
Eyes blurry cause I think I slept face down in pillow
Rubbing eyes as I get off the bed and walk towards the door to piss
Stop at bedroom door
Turn around to look at wife
Alright thank god she has a face lol
Look at the window
It’s off by 45 fucking degrees (slanted diagonally)
Still dizzy, fall down
Realized one eye is closed
Can’t open other eye
Feeling my face to force open my eyelid
I have no other eye

WAKE UP

Jump the fuck out of bed
Look at wife
Face check
Look at window
Normal check
No cat around cause I don’t fucking own one check
Dog up feeling the energy and panic that I have probably thinking “who we fighting dad let’s fuckin rage!”
Sit back down on the bed and hold my head...
What. The. Fuck. Was that shit
Get up to go downstairs to let the dog out to piss
Leg still stiff and sore from a pulled hamstring
Still sunburnt
Alright I’m actually awake now..
Come back up and try to lay down again
Remember everything that I just dreamed wondering if I’ll remember it all to tell the wife in the morning
Grabs phone and opens notepad

It’s only 2349, was sleeping for ~1.5 hours

I dreamed yesterday about a game, it's simply called "winter" it was a half 3d game from a bird's perspective like GTA: Chinatown and half text game. It was about an extinction event about an almost permanent snowstorm on northern Europe, the United States, Canada, Russia, the south of Latin America and Australia. The northern and southern part of the world was unhospitable. It was a tragic story about a group of five people. I can't remember their names except for Damien, he is a British guy with blonde hair and glasses with a thick blue jacket. And Maria, a Spanish woman with a red jacket and long black hair. The rest was similar but one of them was a kid. The objective of the game is to survive. Damien is the only one who has a functioning car. He could jump from town to town to collect objects like food, water, and warming products. You could make choices to keep the group alive. There was no internet in the game but somehow they still got electricity. Sometimes it was mildly horror with some silhouette people in the background. Damien is not the type of guy who isn't afraid of things. You can meet NPCs that are hostile and non-hostile like a German guy with a flame thrower. When you go outside, the only thing you can hear is a hard wind going through the trees and your footsteps in the snow. Surviving was tough but not as tough as making the hardest decisions in the game. The game had 3 different endings that are entirely different. The first is the good ending, you escaped Europe and awaited for the ice age to an end. The bad ending is when you stayed in Europe and chose to only choose the bad decisions, everyone dies because of one of these things: starvation, murdered and frozen to death. And the secret bad ending is when you still got out of Europe but nobody was there, everyone was dead except you, humanity was gone; you are alone. The chance of getting the secret ending is rare, about 1in a million. You don't need to do anything to get this ending, it's just very random. The game is like an RPG like undertale or Pokemon, but more modern. You had a map to navigate around Europe, yes the whole Europe but scaled down to 10x of gta5's map.

So, I was stealing a bike and driving it around an unfamiliar neighbourhood in Australia. I got caught and was sentenced to an outdoor maximum security prison in Chile, where the guards were teachers from my high school. Really surreal and weird.

I had this dream when I was around 6 years old.

So I used to live in India uptil 2010. I lived with my grandparents in a three-story appartment because my mum passed away when I was kid and my dad was working in Australia.

The dream: It started off with me being in the appartment with my grandparents and my grandma was cooking dinner for us. I would go into the kitchen regularly to talk to her and for some reason my dad had came to visit in the dream. So I went to the bedroom with him because we heard a noise. There was a pile of blankets on the bed that looked like it could hide someone underneath and it began to shake.

For some reason I knew this was my mum hiding, even though she passed away and I didn't know what she looked like. So out of fear I ran out of the room and looked back and my dad was gone and my grandma was standing in the center of the room, however she looked different. Her forehead was slightly bigger and it threw me off.

After a lot of chatting with her that I don't remember I ran to the kitchen for some reason and found out that my grandma was cooking and that's when I realised, the one in the bedroom wasn't my grandma.

I told my dad and he was terrified and took a baseball bat and ran to the bedroom and began hitting the blankets and there was whimpering and that's when the dream ended.

In the beginning of 2018 I went to India for a holiday to visit relatives and my grandma because I live in Australia now.

She showed me old photos of her relatives and brothers and sisters etc and all of them seemed normal and I was surprised because she never told me about how many siblings she has.

There was this one photo of the entire family, however one of them looked like my grandma, but slightly different and with a bigger forehead, and I was terrified...

I asked her who it was and she said that that's her sister who is crazy and not mentally stable, but yet.

Still alive.

Hi there. A bit of background about me... I'm 26f from Australia, and over the last few weeks I've been researching and coming to many realisations about a high control religious group that I grew up in and was indoctrinated by. I'm coming to terms with letting go of this indoctrination and this has been a huge deal for me. I'm sure that this dream has something to do with all that. Feel free to ask more questions if need be! Thanks in advance for your time and help :)

(Below is copy pasted from my phone notes when I wrote this down around 4am this morning)

Looking after a bundled up baby
everyone else at a party, waiting for guests to arrive or something
Idk where this baby came from but I had to carry it around
I think I tried to breast feed it once in some quiet living room I found
But the baby had fallen asleep, turns out
So I thought best to lay it down somewhere and let it sleep, and I can to back to the party, let the mum know or whatever (who's the mum, no idea)
But I can't find anywhere I'm comfortable with leaving the baby. A couple times I lay it places and go to leave but I get worried someone will like sit on it or something so I go back and pick it up again
The baby is getting smaller and smaller but I don't really notice this in the dream
I eventually resign myself to carrying the baby around all night
I find myself wandering around the front yard of a pretty dodgy apartment building, really long grass and metal stairs on the ouside up to higher floors
Still got the baby, but I'm determined to leave it somewhere again, outside this apartment building I guess. This is somehow not weird
The baby is literally tiny at this point, like the size of my finger
I lay it in some grass or something and start RUSHING back to the party. I run across the road and start going down the street
But something makes me hurry back to the baby, and when I get to the yard again I see two teenage boys smoking on some stairs near where I left the baby
On my way over to them there's some lady that seems to judge me, I can't remember if she says anything out loud but she thinks I'm crazy. Oh, I think she asks what I'm on
I'm determinedly heading towards the boys. I think they have the baby
They're laughing to themselves, then at me. I start yelling at them for the baby, I know they have it. One of them laughs and says "oh, this?" He's holding up a long white bundle between his fingers, I freak out because it's the baby! They're both laughing dopily, I think they're high, and he's being rough with the baby and starts pretending to light it with his lighter. I am RABID. I'm clawing and screaming and spitting and doing anything I can to get the baby back before it's hurt.
At this point I'm trying to wake myself up, and in the short moments before I do I feel like the "baby" in the boy's hand is just a rolled cigarette or joint, and I truly am crazy. Was there ever a baby?