What are climbing dreams about?

For quite some time I’ve had a dream about a large house that either I’m visiting or I seem to live in. The constant is that this house has secret rooms. They are always large and beautiful with big bathrooms in each. I never sleep or stay in them I just run from room to room. I have almost always been the only person who knows about these hidden rooms.

Last night I dreamt I was living in the house and it was full of people in the regular rooms. I had to get ready for something so I thought to use the secret rooms...only to discover that multiple people were sleeping in each room. I didn’t know who these people were. The dream ends with me climbing a flight of stairs trying to find an empty room and ending up in a shopping mall/ community college. The mall part is new. Any thoughts?

So today I had a dream that me and two girls i used to be friends with and smoke with all the time in high school. We were in Manhattan and I thought that we were just climbing a really really really tall building like It was as tall as a sky scrapper. And I’m afraid of heights so I remember once we were sitting on it I started feeling anxious about falling off but I still sat down and lit the blunt and didn’t say anything about it. So as were smoking we’re just talking and what I thought was a building underneath us it starts to get really hot and shake. And then on my phone I look up like a live map of where we are, and it showed a volcano that was erupting or about to erupt. And then one of my friends was like yeah we better go this thing is about to erupt. And as I stood up to quickly get off I started getting dizzy and felt like I was about to faint which is what usually happens when I smoke weed and get a lot of anxiety. And then that’s when I woke up.

Any idea of what any of this could mean or was it just a crazy stupid dream lol.

So recently we bought two bibles, one for me and my partner. Last night I had a dream that we opened one up, and the pages were black with gold text, I bumped one of the pages with my mouth and it tore the page, the slowly the letters started to bleed red. We jumped out of bed and tossed it in the trash before it made a mess.... but then I woke up (so I thought) I could feel my partner next to me, I was cold as I had no blankets on me, so I grabbed the blankets on my partner and pulled them on to me. I then felt something grab the blanket near my hip and try to lift it, I quickly pushed the blanket in back down, and knowing it wasn't something natural. I could no longer move and I was trying to speak and wake up my partner, rolling my body into hers and only being able to put out a light moan. I tried to wake her up, then I felt the weight of something on my arm and side, as if it climbed on top of me.... then I really woke up.

I’m walking under a bridge and to my side there is a very large hill of gravel. The sky is very dark gray. I’m listening to a podcast of these guys talking about their biggest achievements.

I try to climb the hill of gravel a few times until I eventually find a stairset. I climb this extremely steep stairset that is built into the gravel all the way to the top. At the top of the hill there is a very tall and thin building. There is a ladder to the top. I climb the ladder and get to the roof. I sit down on top of the roof and begin to look out across the city. There is sad music and a voice asks me “Are you okay with living for nothing?” And thats where it ended

So this is the first nightmare I’ve had since high-school, from this post it was a week ago and I’m still getting flashes of what happened during it and I have no clue what’s going on.

Me and my father were our boating on a lake, a lake I spend over 2-3 weeks at each summer (my “happy place”) but it appeared much older. What I’d guess 20-60 years ago.

We were boating and we watched a boy, 8-11ish, jump off a cliff on a rope swing. Only he had wrapped the rope around himself pinning his arms to his side, and knotted it. We watched him slowly unravel until he was still pinned, dragging across the water. And then he disappeared under it. And then he emerged, escaped from the rope. I remember thinking it was some kind of adrenaline “beat the clock” sort of game. He swam to a dock, climbed onto it and we boated over and from the boat gave him the dad “You could’ve died speech.” To which he responded “Where’s the fun in that?” He then took a few steps over towards us on the dock. And all of a sudden his face hollowed in, his eyes went entirely jet black, his skin shrunk around him like he was anorexic, and turned violently and entirely dark purple and blue, with dark blue veins running across his body. He made direct eye contact with me and said “I feel cold.”

And I woke up. And now for a week straight, I keep seeing flashes of this emaciated child staring at me and saying that. I’ve read what drowning means, but he didn’t disappear or die then. I’ve read what black eyed children means, but I don’t know since he didn’t start off that way? I’ve been trying to analyze this but I have gotten nowhere, and this seemed like the best place to help.