What are capturing dreams about?

The whole dream was so fucking weird

It happened last night, the first part was i am sneaking to woman’s house to get a bitcoin code and then after that it was some random weird ass dream that i dont remember, then at the last part of the dream me and my brother being chased by a dog and we are captured to a house, a guy with his massive body (its like 3 meter tall) confront me and seperate me with my brother, my brother was cornered by bunch of a dog outside the room of me and that big guy, how that guy talking was such a horror i don’t remember exactly what was he is saying but its scared the hell out of me, after that talk he show me a woman that was in the first part of the dream that already dead, at this point i dont actually really care and only concerned with my brother, then he said “too bad she is dead now” i said “meh, so what” then he correct himself “too bad HE is dead now” i got concerned what he’s mean then i immedeatly look outside watching my brother got eaten by dogs , i’m mad as hell 😡 i take a broom near me and beat the shit out of him with it (yes its so fucking weird how did i kill that 3 meter guy with broom) and then i got depressed and sad so i fuck the woman’s dead body.

So I had this dream where I was myself in the beginning, I was on the run in this huge building and the building was also a city where my family lived(in my dream we were some prominent family or something). Anyways I was on the run from some ninjas or something trying to capture me and then all of a sudden I meet some guy and we’re on the run for a while. Sometimes we’re in the building that’s also a city and other times we’re in various neighborhoods. So eventually we find my family who were already in our safe house and at that moment I am no longer myself. It’s as if I’m someone else watching my family, me and the guy all in the safe room. So what I’m trying to ask is do you every switching from being yourself in your own dream and then are suddenly watching yourself from someone else’s eyes?

In the dream we were captured by Nazi’s and they were separating us into lines. There were feelings of the fear of being killed & sadness. I was desperately trying to see my girlfriends face one last time and searched for her in the lines. Once found, before we could make eye contact I woke up.

I believe this has to do with seeing her family tomorrow night. More so her first cousins/ uncle/ aunt. These people have been Racist towards me (we’re an interracial couple, I am Asian & she is White.) I’ve been called names. The worst part is I thought these people were my friends...

It has tested our relationship TREMENDOUSLY. Her & I love each other & have worked really hard to get back to where we started. Our relationship is one of the rare ones: An unbreakable bond, genuine love.

She’s called them out. She’s definitely rode for me. She’s been extremely supportive. She doesn’t see or speak to the two main culprits anymore. Crap, she doesn’t even see her cousins. And she was once the “fourth” child in that family. There’s clearly an issue.

Before all this, I have worked really hard to get my life to where it is. Distancing myself from bad habits, people & in general low level shit. My circle is small & this low quality nonsense is non-existent with the winners I roll with.

But as strong as I may be, the racist stuff hurts still. I have had to build my confidence back from these events with her family. It’s like every time we see them it starts over or our relationship is in a rut from fighting over this issue. Normally I leave situations or people like those. But it’s her family...

I know they are hurt people. I know they are miserable. I know they are ignorant. I know they know that I know they are very insecure with themselves. I know they can’t stand that a minority is better than them & has passed them in life. I know these problems have to do with them in their own lives; A life of average nothing motherfuckers who wasted their white privilege.

I just want the peace of mind and hate to have to be around these fake people here-on-out. Because they don’t RESPECT me.

I know there have been other people who have had problems with them. For instance, i know one of her cousin’s husband always has an excuse to leave an event early because he can’t stand them. These people always start shit or try to rile others up. They’re self-righteous motherfuckers; yet are garbage. These people compete with their own family. They’re very insecure.

I don’t want us to have to climb back again and again or our relationship jeopardized . I don’t want any problems or end up brawling with people. I don’t want a life of conflict. I know it has to END.

My plan is to Face them to show I’m not affected. Staying clear, the night is about someone’s birthday. Being composed. Don’t shake their hands. Don’t show respect. Prepared to defend myself. On guard & will attack verbally first physically second. Leave early.

Or avoid it all by only attending dinner and not the after party where they will sure be. I just don’t want to feel like I’m running from a problem & what that will do for my character.

I just had the most macabre and morbid dream of my life... woah.

There were two sections to my dream, one section in which the character I was embodying was designing a cruise ship and the other was trying to kill Batman (?). Well, the guy who tried to kill Batman failed and he was captured by a cannibal cult.

He (or I?) was kept in a small concrete room. Three cannibals would come into the room and give food every so often. During one such feeding session they dropped three buckets, after which they dragged me outside and my dream went absolutely bonkers.

All manner of torture that I have forgotten and only seem to remember the horror of remain. One vivid memory was the main character (or me?) hanging over a particularly grotesque looking cannibal with crooked jaw and pus-yellow skin opening up his mouth as some other worker sawed off my toes, one by one to feed that crooked jaw cannibal.

Blood was drained, eyes were taken, ears were cut off, etc. All around me, fire and brimstone.

I was taken to another room, half crippled, bits and pieces missing. It appears I was taken to the leader of this place. The room was quiet. He told me he didn't get many visitors, none of his cannibals were pure enough to enter his room. Their hearts too cruel, their minds too twisted. He had a conversation with me, the contents of which elude me now. I recall him saying something about keeping the cannibals fed and healthy, but feeding them nutritious humans.

After this I found present myself in a quiet and secluded playground. The grounds were by the water, still and calm but eerily so. Then there is a lapse again in my memory.

After this particular bit I was designing the cruise ships again. A few of my designs were sucked up by great whirlpools, while the biggest ship remained. When all the friends and acquaintances were gathered, one was still missing: the guy who tried to kill Batman; the same guy who was partially fed to cannibals.

So, the dream returned to that guy, who was now sitting on the swing in the playground. He was screaming, flames engulfed him and he grew a set of great leathery wings and a terrible face, a mangled concoction of muscle and bone, red and white like in anatomy books. Then, I (or he) was sent to a city.

There were many people in this city. I entered a white tiled tunnel, well lit by fluor lighting. There was a familiar face, I seem to recall having seen him before in one of the missing segments of my dream. He beckoned me. He was an elderly man with a scraggly white stubbles in his chin and cheeks. His eyes darkened grey with a dim golden iris. His forehead covered in deep wrinkles and his scalp covered by a dark green woolen winter beanie.

I told him I changed. He waved me off. I changed into the terrifying form. The leathery winged monstrosity. Stander-bys were surprised, intrigued and the children pointed out how skinny the beasts leg were, none of them were afraid.

The man I knew, the old bearded man, a beggar, then told me to follow him to the mess hall.

I entered through a rickety metal gate into a dark and gloomy space. I couldn't smell in my dream, but if I could I am certain it would have smelled like rot and death, for the first thing that caught my eyes were the carvasses of men, hooked through the cavity of their eyes, suspended from the ceiling.

I witnessed a machine jamming it claws into one of the diners' eye socket at a table and pulling his eye out, taking it to the kitchen. The kitchen was open plan, so the bloody butcher cut his meat up there and it is there where he received the stolen eyes.

I looked at the beggar and he said to me verbatim: "They fiddled out my eyes yesterday."

He grabbed a bowl of stew and started eating.

I realized what kind of place this was. I repeated to myself: "Please tell me they didn't cook Bob for oil" several times. I went forward to the kitchen, a bloody mess of guts, severed body parts and human flesh. I said: "Of course they cooked Bob for oil."

There were stainless steel pots filled with human flesh. Pieces of belly and severed arms on the dark wooden kitchen counter. The butcher's knife was rising and falling. Next to me was another of these hooked corpses. He was missing the lower half of his body, the hook was jammed into an empty eye socket and penetrated his skull in the back.

This place blinded the diners and used them for meat to feed the other diners.

Then my dream ended.

I was surprised at the grotesque morbidity and brutal explicity of it all. That is why I decided to record the dream here.

So last night I had this dream, I was at my previous school with some of my old schoolmates.
But there was something preying on us; an invisible creature who would suck out our entire hearts and insides, and only leave our skin behind to rot.

It was chaotic and everyone was running around and if the creature caught anyone alone, it would suck the life right out of them.

We were hiding in the school’s basement which also included a selection of books. One was called “The Big Orange Man” which caught my eye. I was just looking through the limited selection of books they had as the invisible monster captured one of my friends and sucked them dry. Everyone was screaming and running around as the creature would consume them one by one.

We also had a “spiritual leader” come to our school to help us rid the school of the evil monster.

He kept telling us that we needed to start believing in God and putting our trust in him to survive the crisis.

He recommended a few books for us to read, one of which was the “Big Orange Man” that I had found at the library! And all the other books he mentioned were also stacked up together in the school basement which had caught my eyes before.

Again we went to hide from the monster but it was devouring everyone... Except for me, it never even came close to me and I felt strange. But relieved in a way.

The spiritual leader also had a great connection with me and was always smiling at me and not being too hard on me as he was on the others.

So I grabbed the Orange Man book and started reading it. Interestingly, the book was about God and how in a fictional story people rid themselves of the same invisible evil we were trying to battle.

And then it all clicked. The answer to our problems was God. AKA the big orange man (No not Trump lmao).

So I was trying to tell people and spread the message of the spiritual leader. Telling everyone they had to stay together to not be vulnerable to the evil creature.

But my friends were running around and not listening to me. I was exhausted and scared.

Then I saw an enormous orange halo, it was God and He was speaking to me without using any words. Assuring me that all our problems would go away if we just trusted in him. He was warm and loving. He told me to never worry again, that everything would be alright if we just had faith and I felt incredibly peaceful.