What are cake dreams about?

Very weird and vivid dream, I enjoyed it. I didn't fight but was surprised by the fights as they suddenly happened. And of all age ranges, including kids.

So as the title says, I had a bizarre dream about a concept of teleportation and Hitler. Essentially, Hitler was teleported one day from WWII Germany at the height of his power and ends up in the English countryside.

There he meets a family in a small village who take him in. Now as Hitler didn't speak any English, my mind sort of invented a guy on the village (Nathaniel, Ethel's boy) who had studied German and spoke enough to translate.

This dream took place in the 'good sleep' portion, so it wasn't long. But Hitler had no gun on him, had to get used to Tea and Cakes and even get a job as a butcher (legit can't turn off my dark sense of humour even when I sleep). He was also a bit of a twat to everybody, but t had no way of contacting his Nazi buddies, despite an attempt to construct a radio transmitter.

The entire thing just seemed like one terrible BBC comedy attempt.

After waking up i realised I could make this into a short story and dub it: Hitler in the Countryside.

I had a weird dream near the beginning of the year, but it just suddenly popped into my head and I want to know what it means.

I was standing in my kitchen when somebody (I’m not sure who) gave me a cake. It was shaped like a woman (who we will called Lucrezia). When I bit into her, I tasted both cake and flesh. It’s like somebody cursed Lucrezia into being a cake, but she still had her sentience.

What does this mean?

**Context!** My brother's wedding is next week. This is going to be just the two families in their yard so a very low-key quarantine affair. So far, zero stress from our side.

In the dream I'm told to make my famous cookies for the wedding. Whenever I start I discover an ingredient is missing so I have to leave the spot to get it. Flour, sugar ...etc. This really slows me down and next to me my sister is using boxes and boxes of the powdered stuff to make cakes. I can see them rise before my eyes while I'm still preparing the dough!

She laughs at me for making mine from scratch but I hate the boxed stuff. Fresh is always better and real ingredients top everything else.

Again an ingredient is missing. I need meat... for the cookies?... I get a leg, I'm not sure if this is a real leg or that of an animal but it has everything intake including the skin. So I start to remove that and blood is EVERYWHERE. Blood and chunks of raw meat all over the cooking station, the dough, me, just... gross! The more grossed out I am the more determent I get and keep going.

I literally woke up from how disturbing that was!

I dream that I was going to a new college. It was kind of a redneck campus if I remember correctly so my bi ass already felt quite unwelcome. I lived on campus and all of the buildings that the classes were in were located way far away from the dorm rooms. We had to hike a mile through the woods and the mud in order to get to campus. I was hiking to what I think was the student center on a dreary, disgusting, chilly overcast day and was covered in mud by the time I got there.

There was a big party in the student center I was trying to get to. Somehow no one there looked as disheveled as I did even though they all walked too. Everyone looked all nice and fancy and then there's me - cold, sweaty, wet frizzy hair from the rain, grass stained jeans and mud-caked boots. I was very self conscious.

Then this black guy who was apparently pretty popular on campus showed up in a shiny bright purple tux with a fog machine. He greeted everyone and was even friendly to me, the guy who looked so dirty and had tracked in mud. Then he stood on top of some kind of weird podium thing in the center of the room and turned on the radio while waving to everyone.

People were dancing and I was feeling a little overwhelmed when the crowd started parting abruptly. I turned around and there's some guy walking a fucking timberwolf on a leash. The wolf walks right up to me, sniffs at me and starts growling and baring it's teeth. But just when I think it's about to lunge at me the wolf turns to ashes.

Interpretations, pleas3?