What are breakfast dreams about?

Hello everyone!

I'm 14m, and I had a dream about shooting myself in the head last night.

I was sitting at a table in my breakfast nook area, and there was an assortment of small handguns on the table. I stood up, picked up a gun, and shot myself several times in the head. When the gun didn't work, I used another gun. I was alive in my dream, yet my head was mangled.

I am wondering what this may mean. I talked to my mom, and she said that it might be videogames. I don't see how because I haven't been playing anything violent at all recently.

Any help is appreciated. Thanks so much.

This was a nightmare i had a long time ago, but I remember it vividly. I guess I'm posting about it now because it's haunted me since I had it; I can't see a spider without remembering.

The dream revolved around the daily life I had at the time; I woke up, ate breakfast, showered, went to school, took notes, went home again, slept, just all the normal stuff. But throughout the dream there was a very large spider resting on my right shoulder. I knew it was there, but I didn't feel afraid of it. I did feel very oppressed by its presence. It was very heavy and did not allow me to remove it from its perch. If I tried to push it away, it would dig into my skin with its feet and spit webs onto my clothing. I'm not sure how I managed to change clothes, but dream logic, I guess.

The spider itself was oddly, and terrifyingly, beautiful. Its main body was made of solid gold. Its eyes and fangs were like onyx. I'd say it was about the size of a large plate. The webs it spit were pure silver threads. I remember i was wearing a grey hoodie and I could never get the webs off the front of it. Oddly enough, they didn't seem to stick to my hand.

I just lived with the spider. It was never much of an annoyance, except for the webs on my clothing and the heavy weight of it always being there. The last part of the dream brought a stop to the cycle of days passing, and I was lying on my back in bed, unable to sleep. I think i couldn't sleep, in this dream. I was staring at the ceiling, and in the corner of my eye I could see the spider. I felt very much like it was staring at me. I could *feel* it. I had this thought that i shouldn't fall asleep because once I did, the spider would crawl into my mouth and live there instead. I wasn't sure if it would kill me or somehow take control of my body if it did that. I felt like the spider was waiting for me to make a mistake, to fall asleep. And that's where it ended.

I've never been able to think up any meaning for this nightmare, but it's so unusual that I'm finally reaching out for your thoughts. Thanks in advance. Maybe I won't be haunted anymore.

So, basically, my father has always been a part of my life, he was always present everywhere, but it still feels like his whole life revolves around his work rather than family.

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Today my dream was, I was a child and my brother had a birthday.

(This was in the morning) My mom, my brother and I were sitting in the kitchen just chatting (none of us said 'happy birthday' to him), then suddenly, my brother gets up and walks towards the garden of the house and we follow him, he walks into the garden and then walks back with an amazing breakfast, eggs and shit.

my mom and I start awkwardly singing happy birthday as if we were part of the breakfast and didn't just forget his birthday, we walk back towards the kitchen (I remember my father leaning on the side of the door, smiling, though I didn't see him in the dream) and we keep singing and being really happy.

Then I see my father leaving for work and I run up to him, give him a huge hug and say "Thank you"

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I woke up crying and I'm crying while writing this but I have no idea why, my father is alive and fine and we see him often, he isn't even that far from us because of work or anything.

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Thanks for the help in interpreting!

Last night, I dreamed of an ex I still have feelings for.

He came back and we had a lovely time together. We were in a church for some reason. Neither of us is religious, but I was raised Christian. He didn't grow up in the church, so a lot of stuff is strange and uncomfortable for him. I don't believe in it, but I'm used to it.

We woke up the next morning. He was telling me how happy he was to be with me. He was so glad we reconnected. We were just soaking up each other's presence. I told him I'd order us some breakfast sandwiches (which used to be our Sunday tradition), but my phone wasn't working.

I left to find a way to fix my phone. I bumped into my uncle who took me on a car ride. When I came back, a church service had started and my ex was nowhere to be found. I was really distressed and confused. What happened? Where did he go?

Several people at the church said he had left. I didn't understand why he'd go without saying goodbye. I thought we were having a wonderful time. Was it because my phone wasn't working? Was it because I went on a car ride with my uncle?

My father said that while he took the coward's way out, the fact remains that he left.

I found a note from him on the table. It looked long and sentimental, but I didn't have time to read it before I work up. I just remember the words "I'm sorry".

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Any thoughts?

A few nights ago, I had this dream that made me wake up in the middle of crying. It started with dad handing me some money. Apparently he gave me money every once in a while for some reason. I received it and then had a small conversation with him, and asked him if he’d wanna eat with me later. I don’t remember what else was said, but he got very upset and started to walk away. I ran after him in my flip flops, and I saw him getting on a bus. It was night time, and it was also raining. I hopped onto the back of the bus, which had 2 doors open. I tried closing the doors, but the bus started running and turning aggressively around the streets. I remember almost falling, and one of my flip flops slipping off and falling onto the wet pavement. As the bus kept driving the crowd of people further and further down different lanes, I started to wonder if I should get down and return to where I was before, since I had no idea where the bus was going. I took the courage and jumped off of the bus and looked at the bus driving away, with my dad in there. I got up and walked with one flip flop and one bare foot in the middle of the rain. I then became really sad thinking, “Why doesn’t my dad love me?” I then got back to where I was before. That’s when I woke up, whimpering as my eyes opened. I woke up with the nightmare still occurring in reality. My dad doesn’t love me, and my dream just made me more aware. He has another family of his own, he never calls me or asks about me. He doesn’t even know if I’m still alive. He’s pretended to care once, but that was only when he could benefit from me since I’m a US citizen and he wanted me to fix his papers. (I never did.) I went and had breakfast that morning and inevitably cried again.