What are basement dreams about?

31M, INFJ, heterosexual.

I have had this dream several times over the course of my life. It has been a different setting with different people each time, yet, I know it's the same dream.

It always starts with me being outside with someone who I don't recognize. It starts out with good weather, lots of yellows and greens, natural tones. The weather turns bad and it begins to storm heavily, shifting into greys and blues.

We somehow wind up inside a building with many other people. The first time I remember having this dream, we wound up in the church I was raised in with members of the congregation in there as well. One of them, familiar to me, was wearing the Santa suit he always wore for Christmas, but it wasn't Christmas.

Anyway, It always winds up that I see a tornado through a window. When I see this, nobody seems to know what to do, so I always wind up taking charge and directing people's actions. The most recent occurrence was last night. We were in the basement of a house that I didn't recognize. Nobody was taking action after I saw the tornado, so I started telling them to board up the windows and barricade the exterior basement door. I have no idea where the boards came from, they weren't down there to begin with, they just appeared and they were already the perfect size for the windows.

Everything, including the people in the room with me were in grey and blue tones. I'm not really sure what happened/happens after that, I usually wake up at this point.

If anyone has any ideas about what this could mean, I would love to hear it.

I don’t know exactly how to categorize this whether it is something related to sleep paralysis or something paranormal. All I know is it freaked me out to my core.

A few months back I was staying with my sister’s family after a breakup and I had a terrifying experience in the middle of the night.

I had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom in the basement they made up for me and I was awoken in complete darkness to the feeling of large hands holding my arms down and someone crawling on top of me. I started thrashing around and screaming only to “wake up” out of the nightmare.

I reached down and felt my sisters sweet lab mix curled up next to me and felt relief that she was near me and it was all a dream.

Then, out of nowhere she started getting all wiggly and hyper and crawled up toward my face and started licking me. The licking turned into aggressive scratching and she started to bite me. I went to push her off of me and then I woke up...again.

This time, my head was spinning because I already thought I was awake twice so I was questioning if I was really awake or if I was in sort of loop that I couldn’t get out of.

I was terrified to move or to turn on a light because I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.

I laid there still for another hour until the sun started to rise and to this day I’m still afraid to sleep in that basement alone.

During this dream it was jumping around alot and it was about me being blind but i could see but i thought i was blind cause everyone else told me i was and for some reason i started to believe it, but i could actually see so one night im in my basement and i realize i can see and the random person i dont remeber and i saw a bottle of apple juice i explained to this person that i could see and he just walked away and said something i dont remember and then i was in my yard in the daytime and crying cause i was blind and searching online if blind was reverseable(yea i know weird) and then i woke up

and i cannot find anything online about a dream of being brainwashed so much that you think your blind even when you can see so what does this mean?

This is an odd one because it’s literally like a story but basically it started with like an older setting and a girl who’s father works for this publishing place she’s never allowed inside and there are a lot of European women working in there as like maids. Then she’s older and she has her own journalist type expose published and her father’s friend is sort of creepy congratulating her, but says to another friend later that the book is bad.
She asks why she can’t work at the company and one of the ladies starts talking in tongue then they leave planning a takeover. Then I think that part ended and it was my family staying at the place because it was a hotel now that was split into two with a chain fence down the front parking lot. I can’t remember a lot but I remember going into the basement and it was all creepy with like faces popping out and a feeling of supernatural danger and I was terrified, but I got into trouble because someone broke into our house at home and it was nighttime so I was sleeping outside in a bed underneath the balcony of our room. I was really paranoid thinking something would get me.
My phone started bending like it just twisted and cracking and I’m freaking out, then it just shatters in my hand and the pain is awful. The noise I kept making was like a pig squeaking and my mothers partner eventually came down but the phone was fine and even though I’m bawling and had cuts in my hand he just goes back upstairs.

Then there was some issue with the fence and a kid fell over it and it was a desperate thing to get him back over even the other side which is the bad side was helping. But then somehow the bad side got over and they had this guy and strung him up with a tv hurt noose thing and we’re all trying to untie him but we can’t and then I the that’s when I woke up freaking.

I feel like the phone bit has happened multiple times. Sorry for long text I don’t think anyone will read this train wreck

I was on a bus with my friend and some younger kids from my old boy scout troop. I turned to one of the young ones and asked him if he knew Rembrandt because his face was covered in a birthmark that looked just like Rembrandt's last painting. I described the painting to him saying it was really sparse and empty and contained a self portrait of Rembrandt looking over his shoulder with a really haunted look on his face.

Then, I looked out the bus window and saw that we were parked outside this playground, I wanted to go out and hang from the monkey bars. I decided to go out and my friend hesitantly followed me. Once we were outside, the playground was like this exotic marketplace, with other cultures and aliens. My friend and I ate these balls that made our skin turn blue, green, and pink which we both found funny.

We walked through the market and this guy suddenly was taking us on a tour. He was showing us stuff his company made, I don't remember much but at some point we descended down into the cellar which was full of Arizona tea products. All these different flavors of tea and juice, in a maze of glass walls. We wandered through and eventually all sat down.

At this point, there was a short pause and then people started talking about human potential and how often we limit our experience of the world. They talked about how rich and full life can be and how deeply we can feel the world around us. I remember them specifically saying "the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible". As they talked, I was watching these bottles of water, inside the water, these shimmering portals were opening up, inside was the most vibrant blue sky I've ever seen. It felt like life was opening up fully.

Then, we walked back up to the surface and as we went, the tour guide (who was now Danny devito for some reason) was saying to watch for signs of life's flourishing. Each hall we passed was a different biome, like the first was an evergreen forest and the guide said that if we listened closely, we'd hear the signs of life. I listened and heard these nuts on the ground making a chattering sound. We passed some other halls with new environments, all with new sounds of life. Eventually we got to the surface and I woke up.

Additional info: The kid with the Rembrandt birthmark was always shy and awkward. I kind of feel some of that in myself too and can resonate with how isolating it is.

The friend in the dream is super into nature and plant life.

I bought a bus with another friend and we're hoping to travel around the country in it next year.

Overall, I feel like the last few years of my life have been kind of introspective, like a cocoon period and I'm hoping that soon I'll be able to open up and enjoy my life more freely.