What are child dreams about?

So, I'll describe the dream with the brief details and little narrative that I remember. No matter how strange

So I remember being in some kind of large house which was an orphanage? Or something of the sort, for some reason that old cartoon, fosters home for imaginary friends comes to mind.
I remember a lot of random children being there, I didn't recognise any of them.
I was an authority in this house, as I remember helping some of the kids and they were asking me things etc etc. (only mundane everyday things).
Anyways, a bit 'later' two little girls were starting to complain about a boy, he was a bit older than the both of them. He was abusing them and being really nasty to them.
When I went to confront him I remember catching him trying to bite the arm of the little girl(I'm not sure if he actually managed to take a chunk or not). His mouth was opened extremely wide like a snakes. At which point the dream quickly devolved into a nightmare, I chased off this little boy, but he was suddenly some kind of monster(demon?).

I chased it out of the house that I don't recall the layout of into the back garden which I immediately recognised as my fathers garden. At which point my brother appeared in the upstairs window shouting ''You have to get the 'Gremlin' out!''.

As I was approaching this monster, the little boys face and form were in a constant state of shift. Had black eyes and a cavernous black mouth. Eventually turning into some sort of dog. As I got closer the monster dog was trying to escape, I remember using some sort of superhuman strength to knock something over to block it's path at which point it lunged at me. That's when I woke up.

I was super creeped out for a while after waking up but, I'm not sure what to make of it!
The details I remember most are the black eyes and mouth/weird face on the monster.

Any opinions are welcome!

I lucid dream often and recognize I am dreaming, but then I will ‘wake up’ and be in another dream. This will happen a few times before I actually wake up in my bed. If I wake up before my alarm this almost always happens and I have to keep waking up to actually wake up. I have done this since I was a child. Has anyone else experienced something similar?

It began with me playing outside, I was a child and had siblings, loving parents, it was was in a mideval time era. I remember my teenage years, I learned archery and swordplay (archery was my prowess) and joined the military as a young man. I served as a guard for my town and then was called away to war. Over the years, I progressed from soldier, to captain, to general, then eventually king.

I married and had child and eventually grandchildren. Then at the end of my life I remember sitting alone on a chair in the woods; fall had come, dead leaves blowing by on a wind that promised snow was not far away. I remember appreciating my life and my loved ones as my long gray hair blew across my face in the wind. I remember a single tear falling from my face as I knew my time had come to die. Then my life flashed before my eyes, in reverse, back to when I was a chichildnd with a white light I awoke in my bed with tears on my face.

I cried in earnest then, for the loss of those I loved, knowing that even though they werent real, Id never see them again. I’ll never forget that dream, it was... yeah, no word can describe it, surreal doesnt do it justice. I was 10.

Last night I had a dream that a golden wheel/ball with one eye and two wings came flying towards Earth's atmosphere. Right before that, in my dream, a group of women and children were killed by what looked like the military? (Messed up, I know) I've never dreamt of a biblically accurate angel.

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too