What are below dreams about?

Please describe your experience below if you have, I’m just very interested because I was told by a friend that it was terrifying.

When I did a bit of research, I found that it is likely because your brain sees yourself psychologically rather than physically in a dream. (I’m no expert that’s just what I’ve read!)

Hello, atheist here so the heavy religious themes in this dream were very unusual to me but disturbing nonetheless. I'm posting for dream interpretation, not religious conversion.

My dream started in a strange post-apocalyptic world where the last humans lived in a tall building. Each level was for a specific rank of society, from one (worst) to seven (best). Social mobility was possible but hard and rare. Oh, and the lower ranks were harvested into some sort of sci-fi or magic brownies for the ranks above them. I was quite lower on this pecking order but took part in a ceremony to decide who moved up and down for that year, being tortured after.

Then I woke up and went back to sleep. My dream returned to the seven-levelled weirdo world. I dropped my parents off to their work and witnessed someone threaten to shoot another. The Devil asked me to frame the victim so the shooter would be free to exact more evil.

He claimed my soul and tortured me in hell to get me to agree. My soul had been reincarnated many lifetimes and was a man (I'm a woman). The Devil threatened to torture me to the point of spiritual death each day, but he would go easier on me if I complied.

I needed to infect the victim with lycanthrophy for the devil to claim his soul, because he had been into the abyss of space and was driven mad by the forbidden secrets.

Oh, and the devil was pure darkness. A man with no festures, absent of light or colour.

Context: Atheist woman living in the UK, age 29.

Hi had a dream that I had vine like plants growing from my lower abdomen. At first, it seems like it was normal and then I started to realize how long they were and then I saw flowers. I was confused but though my seeds must have gotten onto me when I was gardening. My husband saw them and didn’t make a big deal of it. Then I started to pull them off. There were so many and I just wanted to get all of them off of me.

I saw an extremely similar dream in here but it was archived. Since it’s obviously more common, anyone have any insights?

In real life, I have 3 kids, including a 7 month old. My husband keeps bringing up having another baby at some point. For context.

It was a room. Empty. Black, bit with white lines. As if you colored the lineart of the walls white. There were no lights but there was a faint glow, just enough for me to clearly see. There was...something in the corner of the room. Crying, muttering to itself, drawing on the walls with what I thought was a red marker. But as I inched closer, I realized its fingertips were cut off. And it was drawing with its blood. The blood was bright, not like normal blood. It was like, neon red. Very strange.

I don't exactly remember what it was drawing but it was drawing the same symbol over and over again. It was whimpering to itself. My brain automatically went "Help it, it's hurt" So I put a hand on its shoulder. It didn't even jump or get startled. It just stopped everything. It lowered its hand from the wall and slowly turned its head to face me. It had strange features. It was tall, skinny. But it still had like, basic human anatomy. It had a nose, lips, a chest, muscle definition (of whatever muscle it had) It was just a completely black skinny human, but with crazy eyes that were completely white. And they were...scribbly. Like if you took a white pen and angrily scribbled a circle on black paper.

It stared at me for a second, before saying in a raspy, pained voice. " You're like my art in a lot of ways." It moved closer to me. I smiled slightly, " How so?" Its hand curled around my neck, but not choking me, as it leaned into my ear and whispered, " You were created. You have blood. And..." It leaned in with its hands still around my neck, its lips almost brushing against mine, " I can rip you up whenever I wish."

With that last word, it dug its fingers into my neck. Literally. Its fingers went through my neck, piercing the flesh. I choked a little bit. Then like a movie, it cut to a different scene. Back to it drawing on the walls. Then it cut again to it curled into a ball, sobbing, whimpering, muttering. Then I woke up with the horniness of a thousand 13-year-old boys. Which was hella confusing. So like, what the fuck?

I had a dream within a dream, a dream where there was a rainbow, and some kids had entered into the rainbow, while other kids stayed. When I had awakened –while still yet dreaming– my mom was telling me about her dream of seeing a rainbow, which suddenly made me remember my own dream that I had. I told her the dream, I told her that above the rainbow, there seem to be a dark overcast of clouds in the sky, but just below the clouds (yet still floating in the sky) was a Kaaba, and below the Kaaba was the rainbow. Me and my mom had an argument of sorts about the dream I had, I told her the rainbow consisted of many colors, like yellow, green, and orange; and the kids–who were muslim–would enter each color. Some kids went forward into the rainbow, while other kids stayed standing there. Me and her were discussing the Kaaba in the sky and why it was there (I think the Kaaba was abducting the kids who entered the rainbow) I think it was part of the end times, as though the kids who entered the rainbow were getting raptured. Yet (since me and her are both Christian) why wasn't it all Christian imagery, why was the dream showing muslim content? I think that's what we were puzzled about. Yet there, the dream had about ended.