What are closing dreams about?

Context: my old phone was dying recently. Would only charge with my dad's charger for some reason, so he would charge his phone each night, then take my phone and plug it into his charger and let it charge through the night. This went on until the phone finally went out for good. (And yes, this info is necessary for the story).

A few nights ago I had a dream where I kept getting up in the night to make sure my phone was charging. That's it. That was the whole dream. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I got up a few times to see if my phone was actually charging because it had been charging extremely slowly for some reason.

32%, 50%, 63%... Every once in a while when I checked in the dream.

Then in the dream, I finally closed my eyes to get some sleep. Woke up back in the real world and my phone was at 2%, not almost full, like it had been.

To be honest, I'm not even sure if it was a dream that I had where I did this. I don't actually dream all that often. And if it was, why would I dream about checking to make sure my cell phone was charging of all things?

Ok so this was really weird for me. So I didn't sleep the last night, I spent the entire night just thinking about ending it all. Life seemed too difficult at that moment and I was feeling extremely low. I hated growing up even though I had an abusive childhood. Because currently, my inner child is completely dead and I don't find happiness anywhere.

Anyway, that's basically what I was thinking last night and circling my room for hours.

Today morning, an old friend texted me and asked me how I was doing. I was surprised tbh because they weren't even a close friend to me, we were just like acquaintances. I said thanks for asking, but how come? Like what happened that made you remember me suddenly?

Then they told me that they saw a weird dream which made them think of me. Something(which was apparently god) told them to talk to me and make sure everything was okay.

Here's the thing. I was never really much a believer(in god). But the timing of this incident is so weird that it baffles me. I wasn't in contact with that friend for 3+ years, they contacted me on the night I was thinking about ending my life.

I don’t know what's reality and myth anymore. This universe is so weird. It works in mysterious ways.

I would still love to know your interpretations of this dream.

I debated wanting to share this since one- this dream is disturbing, and two- I barely remember most of it (thank God).

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Okay, here I go:

I remember that it was a long dream, and had something to do about experiments of "making the voice strong", whatever the hell that means. There were experiments regarding the throat, with needles being shoved in peoples' throats, or syringes of some sort drawing out phlegm. It was disgusting. I know that it had some cult like aspects to it, but it wasn't that entirely. The person doing the experiments was wearing a red robe, but still, the dream felt more "scientific" than "cult", if you know what I mean. But the main thing I remember from this dream, we're the cries of babies.

I so wish that I could get rid of the images my mind conjured up.

You're still reading? Oh...okay, please don't think of me as some disturbed individual. But the cries of babies is what I remember too vividly in this dream. And the sounds of cracking belts. You sure you want to keep reading? Okay...

The belts were whipping that of newborn babies; blood everywhere. They would take this blood and use it to inject in peoples' throats to, quote-unquote, "make the voice strong."

I remember an up close image of a toddler having his inner thighs whipped over and over, and I couldn't do anything to help him; couldn't do anything to end this dream. It literally felt like I was being deliberately held to watch this nightmare.

I remember an up close image of an experiment gone wrong, where a patient, a man, puked up this white slime, and was killed off.

That's all I remember but I'm sure there's more that mind is suppressing. I hope you don't get this nightmare, now that I put images in your head. I'm so sorry.

As the title suggests, I just woke up after experiencing this and feel very weird.

In my dream I was in a mall type of thing at night and this stunning japanese woman bumped into me asking if I had the time. I said yes and continued walking around this mall. A little later I found a huge set of stairs and slid all the way to the bottom on the railings.

At the bottom of the stairs, the girl from earlier was there and timidly asked me if I wanted to grab some food with her. I said yes immediately.

I then remember spending some time talking to her about random stuff, but finding her more and more interesting and attractive. Her friends were cool and played in a weird funk-metal kind of band and asked if I wanted to be involved.

After talking she asked if I wouldn’t mind walking her up to apartment as it was super late. I of course obliged and went with her. After arriving she invited me in and I remember her place being absolutely huge and overlooking whatever city this dream was supposed to be in.

We talked some more about what her future plans were and how similar our goals were. It got to the point where we were close and kissing and eventually slept together. I just remember there being this weird warmth in my chest whilst this happening, and it felt like nothing I had experienced before.

After waking up from this, I feel almost hollow and honestly kind of depressed. I can still remember how she smelt and how I felt when she looked me in the eyes.

The fucked up part of this is that I’ve been dating someone for the past 6 months or so, and after this dream, dare I say that I feel less close to her?

Has anyone else experienced something like this? What does it mean? Is it my mind telling the girl I’m with isn’t the right one for me? I’m so confused.

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.