What are car crash dreams about?

I was in a car with my mom. She was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were on the highway and a car pulled out and it didn’t hit us but it scared my mom. She started going really fast and wouldn’t slow down even though I kept trying to get her to calm down. She was just staring off and kept going faster until it reached over 200mph and then I woke up. I think the car crashed. Idk if the dream means anything or was just a random dream but if you have any interpretations I would love to hear them and would appreciate it <3

There’s this guy in my life (let’s call him Z) we were best friends until earlier this year when I developed feelings for him (I was married recently separated) even though we are no longer best friends we still occasionally talk and sext. In my dream he has a bright red motorcycle (does have one IRL but not red) I always drive up either to it laying on the side of the road with no one around or involved in a car wreck but he’s not around nobody is looking for him. I spend the rest of the dream searching and screaming for him. A couple times I have found him and had to take him to the hospital but I always wake up before we get there to find out if he’s ok. Can anyone tell me what this means?

I just dreamed I was in my bedroom and heard a sound. I’ve watch by my window and saw a car accident who have happened in the street. There was 3 body of women’s. I was sure they were dead but saw our body move a little. Rescue services was there and they enveloped the body in newspapers. One of the woman touched the hand of the other woman. I was so scared, and I just wake up. What’s the signification?

27, male, gay, kind of lost since my break up 1 1/2 years ago, struggling with mh issues which makes everthing more difficult. I used to be very easygoing, and extroverted and now I ask myself:"Where did all that go?" - I really don't know.

Last night I had a dream that took place in a snowy landscape. It looked like Siberia in soviet times, that was the vibe I was getting. Outside was nothing but a few hills and a forest nearby all covered in snow. I also remember that there were some objects buried under the snow, like rusty playground structures, a swing, a roundabout and a car wreck. there was a blocky concrete building. Not a house, it was open to the sides, it was a station with one platform and a single railroad. My memory is very blurred, unfortunately it's very hard for me to recall the stuff I dream, but here is what I do remember: I wasn't alone, I was with a group of people. I don’t think I knew them, they were dressed very warm but real worn out shmattes. They have been waiting there forever trying to get on the transportation vehicle which was pulling in there infrequently and at random times. To be allowed in one of the few two-seated vitreous gondolas which were pulled by some sort of a railroad engine (it looked sci-fi-ish and dystopian) was very hard. Not only one would have to be there in line the second when it arrived (which could be suddenly out of the blue after months or even years of absence), your name also has to be on a list, the conductor would check before letting anyone in. To get a seat seemed to be a very intransparent and complicated process. The riff raff, who didn’t appear very sophisticated, and after camping there for so long got savaged a bit, followed me everywhere I went, as if they hoped that I could figure something out. No it gets cryptic. I started exploring the area while the people told me about their situation there. I went in a car wreck, where a living sow was. I started milking it. I was a bit repulsed, why I can’t really tell, (maybe it’s a jewish thing). In real life I probably wouldn’t have a problem with it, however in the dream I found the watery milk I got out of that swine kind of disgusting. With a bucket full of sow-milk I got to the platform, where I waited for the monorail. When it arrived I showed the conductor the milk, and this seemed to be an accepted currency for the purchase of a ticket or something. He allowed me in, I took my seat and off it went through the snowy mountains leaving this strange sight.

What could that all mean? Is there a something known about the symbolic of milking a sow?

For some context, I’m a teenage female, and this nightmare or night terror has happened since I was 4 up until two years ago when I saw the man in the nightmare, after I had the nightmare that night in my bffs house in Illinois. I haven’t had the nightmare since then, but I had it last night. I felt like throwing up after I had woke up, showered and got dressed.

I had my usual nightmare from a long time ago, and it was all normal. I was in a old lime green Cadillac with a oakwood dashboard, in the back left seat, with people who aren’t my family but are in my dream. A little boy sat next to me, he had pale skin, dark hair but the lightest blue in his eyes, and a sweater to match the hue of his eyes. The driver in front of me, was a man with broad shoulders, and a white sweater covering them. I couldn’t see anymore of his features from my seat but the woman in the top right was gorgeous. She sat with good Posture, her pink dress hugging her curves, as long with her sweater on top. As the car drove up the dirt road on a hill, I see the man in black (his face is covered but I saw his face the last time I had this nightmare at my bffs house in Illinois but then saw him at the cafe the day after, but with a little girl with him.) then it crashes.

But here’s where things get off.

I get out of the car crash like normal, the people that were in the car are no where to be seen, like normal. Then I turn to my right, to see the man in all black. But when I see the man, instead of starting to turning to my left and running downhill, I stand still. I stand still but firm in the ground. I, still staring at where his face would be, see him walk towards me. He walks with a slow, steady pace. Each foot touching the dirt, making a print. Soon, he is standing in front of me, with two feet of space between us. I can now see his face from underneath his hood he wore, and the wind blew. The wind had never blown in the nightmare before, but the wind hit his face, and he had no reaction.

He then focuses on my eyes, and starts to speak. His face emotionless but the words being said as a warning, I can’t remember what he said yet, but I’ll try and remember it.

If anyone could have the slightest idea to what some of this means, please say anything. Even if you think it may not help, I’ll take what I can get.