What are chest dreams about?

Dreamed that everything around me looked like stained glass, and there was bright light shining through everywhere and I saw an eagle eating a blue jay. The picture froze with the blue Jay’s tail sticking out of the eagle’s mouth and then a Native American man appeared with the same image on his chest and said that this symbol was important. I was only asleep for 15 minutes as I fell asleep during a zoom lecture. I feel like this is super heavy with symbolism but I’m not familiar with any of it. Can anyone help me?

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being pulled in a certain direction. I followed the pull for what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.

My sister is 9. I don’t remember a lot of it but I do remember that it seemed pretty realistic and vivid. I feel really terrible about it and guilty. I know it didn’t happen on purpose but I still can’t help but wonder if subconsciously im some nasty incestual pedo. Just had to get this off my chest I guess. Could it mean anything and how do I prevent this from happening in the future?

When I was a child about 25 years ago I had this dream. That time I had no knowledge of afterlife, death etc.

So in this dream I was standing in this vast flat ground which had I think brown sand bordered by a rocky hill and on the other side was a huge calm river. There was a looong line of people starting beyond the rocky hill and till the river. For a brief moment I walked by the line and saw people's faces. They did not see me, they did not have any expression in their faces and stood in a droopy stance but I could sense some sadness. I don't think the line was moving very quickly. On the river, a single boat was taking one person each time across.

Near the line I saw a gazebo. Some beings took me there. I was not afraid of them because they looked like masked people (from the mask dance at monasteries, you can google mask dance of Sikkim to know what the beings looked like). They all were doing silly things and I was laughing my heart out which made them very happy. Until one tall being with a "Heman" like hair cut was shaking his head in a funny way while I was laughing and I noticed is stick like torso. At that moment I realised that these were not mask men but real creatures and that scared me to wake.

I have a co-worker who I get along with extremely well. He is handsome, funny, kind and smart. During our shifts together, we text non-stop when we’re not able to talk, we text outside of work and have great conversations. I’ve never told him how I felt, but I like him.. a lot. Anyways, I had this dream a couple weeks ago. It was him and I, feeding each other food and drinking wine. We were cuddled up on the couch and he gave me a kiss on the forehead, we looked at each other and our eyes met. It felt like the kind of love you see in movies. Nothing else mattered but us at that point in time. The dream jumped to us laying in bed, looking out the window at the sunset with him rubbing my arm and my head burrowed in his chest. But this time when I went to look up at him, I woke up. I immediately realized it was a dream and my heart broke. I haven’t been able to look at him the same because I don’t think he likes me back. My heart aches because I realized if he told me he liked me and wanted to be in a relationship with me, I don’t think I could ever be unhappy again. He makes my stomach flutter and my hands shake. I wish I had the courage to tell him how I feel.