What are author dreams about?

It was a random event that no one expected. I was at a pizza place, picking up my takeaway when I ran into an old acquaintance. She was loudly discussing how no other worlds or realms were real but how the worlds created by authors and storytellers were real, tangible things you could visit in their stories. She used the Dreaming City is Destiny 2 as an example.

I caught up with her outside at told her she had a lovely voice for audiobooks but also that I disagreed with her view on the non-existence Of other worlds, realms, and realities.

At that point I looked up at the night sky and saw Jupiter, looking almost as large as the moon but not as bright (it was also a full moon in the dream). Our attention was taken from the discussion completely and we were completely focused on the sight of Jupiter in the sky. Soon, a crowd formed outside to see this celestial miracle; no one has ever seen Jupiter that close. We were all awestruck and kind of amazed.

That was pretty much the rest of the dream; me hanging around as more people trooped in to get a look.

Shortly afterwards I woke up and I felt extraordinarily calm and *happy*. I really felt like I had witnessed something amazing.

I dreamt that a bunch of strangers and I had all signed up to be in a reality TV show/contest run by a guy name Sinclair and at first it all seemed fine.

The first challenge was to find some small stuffed animals across the forest and most of us succeeded with one girl coming in literally covered from head to toe in the them. The losers were removed from the game.

A few challenges past and we were all told to fulfill a role in the world. I was a spy so I was watching 2 players as they confronted each other. One was a rancher who didn't want to let the other player (a traveling singer) pass. They argued for quiet some time before the singer left and returned with his older brother, a famous hired muscle. He threatened the rancher by mentioning Sinclair and I saw fear in his eyes before he firmly said "no" once more. The muscle snapped his neck without a thought.

I watched as the two of them walked past the rancher's body and walk towards the cabin before the muscle cursed loudly and they got into a red pickup truck. I made the mistake of trying to follow them by jumping into the back and instantly got caught. I was drip out of the back and thrown into the front seat between them. We drove in silence for awhile while I tried to figure out what was going on.

I figured out soon that they were hunting for a child and we got out of the vehicle at a school but not before I found a small button that could warn the kids. Everytime we got near one, I would press the button and they would quickly run away. Eventually we found a safe room with a bunch of kids and an author telling them stories. I talked with her for a bit and we figured that we would have been friends in a different situation. The two brothers grew impatient and asked her why the kids kept running and she mentioned that they heard a high pitched sound that hurt. Their heads whipped towards me and fearing their wrath, I quickly revealed the button I had stole. The muscle snatched it from my hand and crushed it. With a small blonde girl under his arm, we left the school to return to the ranch, though the singer had to take a different car since there wasn't enough room in the truck.

Once we got there the reason was clear why we needed the kid. The door to the ranch house was glowing and was demanding blood via 3 golden bowls with images inscribed on them. The first bowl demanded evil blood and when a man who appeared behind us recognized his image, he tried to run only to end up being wrestled to the ground by the muscle. In the confusion the girl sneaked off, but soon the man's throat was slit and his blood poured into a bowl and set before the door.

The muscle hit me when he realized the girl was gone and told me to find her if I didnt want to be next. I managed to find her hiding next to a red truck and convinced her to come with me. When she saw the dead man she started sobbing and saying that she didn't want to die. She too tried to run but I drug and pinned her to the floor near the door so that her struggles wouldn't allow her to escape. I kept cooing and trying to comfort her as muscle slit her wrist and poured the blood into the bowl. She stared at me with desperate, tear filled eyes before squeezing them tight and turning her head to the side, resigned to her fate.

I was about to get up when I felt the muscle's knife at my back telling me to stay put when the singer finally arrived and saw us. He screamed and called am of us monsters before falling to the ground and yelling that he wished none of this ever happened. The blood rose from the bowls and created a cyclone around him as the rest of the world began to turn back.

Next thing we knew, we were all back at the stuffed animal stage. I handed my armful to a sad kid with none and ran away to find Sinclair before waking up.

This dream is completely true I just had it last night please tell me if there is any meaning in my dream. It started when I was in my Mom's house the main color for some reason was red, this color seemed to show everything in the house. I was in this house with my baby sister and I watched a film similar to One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, it was different but the same idea. Then I appeared back in Kindergarten but I was I Russia. Everyone was speaking Russian but I understood it like English. My mind was just as active but my body was much younger (Kindergartner Age). I did not recognize any of the people in the classroom but they felt familiar. I went outside with my other classmates and realized I was reincarnated. At this realization I felt a mix of euphoria and pride. When I went back into the classroom a few of the kids were reading a book from the fictional author Edgegar Alan Poe. I knew the real person was Edgar Alan Poe and I preached his works to my fellow classmates. I also remember at some point I gleefully marched up to an older kid and said "Salutations Compatriot". At the end me and my classmates sang a song in Russian on a stage, I do not know the lyrics. During the end of the dream before I woke up I realized that I was in a dream and I realized this dream had a deeper purpose and when I woke up I felt like a new person. I was just so patient and my heart was racing what do you think of this dream? Please tell me what you think.

So.
I had a dream where I talked about a book series that were written. It had 6 books so far and the first was bring released as a first season or movie. It was about Greek Mythology.

Hades was blonde and had a son/mother relationship with Demeter. Athena could change into seaweed and was dubbed Hades’ sister. Demeter wanted Hades to marry someone.

Yet every 21 years his bride disappeared or died. Persephone was a brunette who grew up in a castle. As royalty. Or a mansion.

But when Zeus married Persephone off to Hades, he r*ped her.

I wasn’t the problematic author, but know of her. Most titles were Norse or Nordic related. As in: The Nordic Trials.

I have no idea what it means. Or if I should write this story. It’s interesting, yes. But really problematic.

A few weeks ago I was reading about Mary Shelley (author of Frankenstein), and I came across an article containing a diary entry she wrote not long after her baby was prematurely born. In her diary entry Shelley wrote of the morning she discovered her baby dead, and the dream she had the following night: “Dream that my little baby came to life again; that it had only been cold, and that we rubbed it before the fire, and it lived.”

Last night I had the same dream. However, I did not embody Shelley in my dream; I remained myself, even whilst kneeling before the fire with her baby in my lap.