What are being late dreams about?

There is a music festival going on in my front yard. I am with my girlfriend and an ex-friend, who we treat as if she was still our friend. We are walking down the street and decide to go into my neighbor's house and spend the night there. There is only one room open, as if it were a motel. There is nothing in there except a large bed and TV placed in a cabinet. The three of us drop off our bags and go back outside to the festival. It is small, but enjoyable. I spot a group of 20-something year olds under a white tent. They are lounging without a care, surrounded by racks of water balloons. My girlfriend tells me to get a water balloon, so I go up to them. I ask and a woman agrees. She takes one off, then pops it into a large fancy bowl and hands it to me saying, "This is called Dragon Fire Bowl." A guy with her warns her, "Are you sure? Even a drop of that could-" Then he cuts off. The liquid is orange like pop. She encourages me to try some. It tastes amazing! I am addicted to it. I go back to my friends and we retire to the little room. I realized all too late that I finished the drink without sharing.

From here on, the dream cuts like scenes in a movie. It is night. Now I am in my real house watching a concert from my window. It is extravagant, with dancers and bright lights. Suddenly the people who gave me the drink appear in the next room. One of them asks, "Are you feeling ok?"

My dream cuts again. I am back in the small room, but no one is in there. I stand in the corner with blurry vision and a sick feeling. I figure I am just drunk, nothing to worry about. I realize it is really too late at night. My brother and a couple of his friends bust in the room, loud, and probably drunk themselves. I mumble something about the drink and Nick is concerned I was poisoned. I assure him it was just pop. They leave and I vomit in my corner.

Next scene, I am still in the same room sitting on the bed with my grandfather. He came to fix the TV. He put on my favorite show, *Supernatural*. We tune in right as an angel is murdering a demon. My grandfather mentions how gruesome the show is. I don't think it's too bad. Suddenly my view becomes more entranced with the show until it is all I see. My view is on the dead demon, who is oozing pink blood from his neck. My sight is like a camera, panning back up to the angel's face. I am the angel. (If you care, the song "Academy Award" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing to set the eerie mood). I can tell I am older than I am in real life, matoo latelate twenties or early thirties. My hair was cut short and I am wearing nice clothing. With the blade in my hand, I ascend up the stairs. The mansion I am now in was under construction. Sheets hung over a grand window on the stair landing, but a bright white light was breaking through.

I make it to the stop of the long stairway. It is dark here and tinted with a blue filter. I enter a room. A grey pitbull is standing before me, guarding a cradle. The dog growls at me and I realize I am a threat. I move forward without fear and the dog whimpers away. I place my hand on the cradle railing and look down at the baby boy, but from my view I never actually saw the child. I raise my hand with the blade. The dog growls again. I snap my fingers and it rushed out of the room. Before I stab, my side vibrates. It is my phone. I check it and see my girlfriend texted me, "I thought we were going to go to therapy today."

I break from my murderous trance, dropping the blade and holding my spinning head. I realize that was my girlfriend's father downstairs I just killed and that is my son in the cradle. My mind is consumed with darkness, I realize how evil I am. My life is over. How could I do that to my girlfriend?! I seriously think all of this is real. I blink as hard as I can and wake up in a cold sweat.

What does all of that mean? I had this dream a while back, but it has stuck with me as clear as day.

So it started out as a normal day in my dream but then, I walked out my house to see the house across the street on fire. I yelled to my mom that the neighbors were burning and I got no answer, so I went to her room and asked her again

So I see my mom on the floor, seeming to be sleeping, but what I see next to her is a collar with the name of my late dog on it. It was freaky. But that isn’t the worst

Then, as the firefighters walked out of the burning house, they rescued 5 different dogs, all of them showing a certain emotion- here’s the list

Beagle- Wonder
Lab 1- Happiness
Doberman- Depression
Australian Shepard- Wild
Lab 2-Witt

The Doberman was the only one without a collar.

I went up to the Doberman and said my Doberman’s name and she ran up to me and licked me, but that’s when I woke up.

Please can someone try and explain this

Ever since I was around the age of five I’ve had this reoccurring nightmare where I wake up on a dirt road more specifically always coming to realization I’m at a crossroads surrounded by foggy fields and a tree line I can barely see. I don’t ever understand how or when the skeleton appears but I know when he’s there. I feel an overcoming sense of dread and fear. He never speaks he just stares at me, and eventually I’m running away and he’s chasing me. On other occasions I’ve been able to run into a forest and hide and wake up then in others my late grandfather had been in one before and in another after he passed.

I have no idea how or why I get this dream or what it means but I need advice on how to fix it? It’s been plaguing my mind a lot recently and I’m very curious and kind of scared to get anyone’s interpretations.

I’ve read before that skeletons can represent death and I’ve heard that crossroads mean I’m about to have to make a decision but I honestly believe it’s something bigger or more sinister....

If anyone has any thoughts or advice I’m open ears

(Edit- Grammar)

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I'm a 30 year old man. I was having a dream where my brother and I were waiting in line at a supermarket. We had to make the flight and it looked like we'd be running late. I decided to go to the bathroom and started peeing. I immediately woke up and realized I had actually fucking peed. Not alot, but enough where it got onto the sheet through my pants.

What the fuck lol.