What are concert dreams about?

So basically I was at a concert however it was Putin singing country music then like I turned around and all the seats around had human sized bars of soap with Putin’s face carved into them, and then Shrek and queen Elizabeth showed up as backup dancers and started doing the renegade, then Putin grabs his head and rips it off revealing that he is rick Astley and starts singing never gonna give you up, and keep in mind this was all in 3rd person, then the pope shows up and hits me in the head with a tambourine yelling “floor gang aooo” and my dream was over

There is a music festival going on in my front yard. I am with my girlfriend and an ex-friend, who we treat as if she was still our friend. We are walking down the street and decide to go into my neighbor's house and spend the night there. There is only one room open, as if it were a motel. There is nothing in there except a large bed and TV placed in a cabinet. The three of us drop off our bags and go back outside to the festival. It is small, but enjoyable. I spot a group of 20-something year olds under a white tent. They are lounging without a care, surrounded by racks of water balloons. My girlfriend tells me to get a water balloon, so I go up to them. I ask and a woman agrees. She takes one off, then pops it into a large fancy bowl and hands it to me saying, "This is called Dragon Fire Bowl." A guy with her warns her, "Are you sure? Even a drop of that could-" Then he cuts off. The liquid is orange like pop. She encourages me to try some. It tastes amazing! I am addicted to it. I go back to my friends and we retire to the little room. I realized all too late that I finished the drink without sharing.

From here on, the dream cuts like scenes in a movie. It is night. Now I am in my real house watching a concert from my window. It is extravagant, with dancers and bright lights. Suddenly the people who gave me the drink appear in the next room. One of them asks, "Are you feeling ok?"

My dream cuts again. I am back in the small room, but no one is in there. I stand in the corner with blurry vision and a sick feeling. I figure I am just drunk, nothing to worry about. I realize it is really late at night. My brother and a couple of his friends bust in the room, loud, and probably drunk themselves. I mumble something about the drink and Nick is concerned I was poisoned. I assure him it was just pop. They leave and I vomit in my corner.

Next scene, I am still in the same room sitting on the bed with my grandfather. He came to fix the TV. He put on my favorite show, *Supernatural*. We tune in right as an angel is murdering a demon. My grandfather mentions how gruesome the show is. I don't think it's too bad. Suddenly my view becomes more entranced with the show until it is all I see. My view is on the dead demon, who is oozing pink blood from his neck. My sight is like a camera, panning back up to the angel's face. I am the angel. (If you care, the song "Academy Award" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing to set the eerie mood). I can tell I am older than I am in real life, maybe late twenties or early thirties. My hair was cut short and I am wearing nice clothing. With the blade in my hand, I ascend up the stairs. The mansion I am now in was under construction. Sheets hung over a grand window on the stair landing, but a bright white light was breaking through.

I make it to the stop of the long stairway. It is dark here and tinted with a blue filter. I enter a room. A grey pitbull is standing before me, guarding a cradle. The dog growls at me and I realize I am a threat. I move forward without fear and the dog whimpers away. I place my hand on the cradle railing and look down at the baby boy, but from my view I never actually saw the child. I raise my hand with the blade. The dog growls again. I snap my fingers and it rushed out of the room. Before I stab, my side vibrates. It is my phone. I check it and see my girlfriend texted me, "I thought we were going to go to therapy today."

I break from my murderous trance, dropping the blade and holding my spinning head. I realize that was my girlfriend's father downstairs I just killed and that is my son in the cradle. My mind is consumed with darkness, I realize how evil I am. My life is over. How could I do that to my girlfriend?! I seriously think all of this is real. I blink as hard as I can and wake up in a cold sweat.

What does all of that mean? I had this dream a while back, but it has stuck with me as clear as day.

So, for some context, about two years ago, I had a crush on a girl (let's call her Gertrude) in junior year and got rejected, went through a massive depressive spiral and eventually I "moved on." Or so I thought.

Fast forward to about a month ago, Gertrude and I went to a concert, and long story short we hooked up that night, which was my first time. Meanwhile, my friend (who we'll call Gilbert) also had a crush on her and got rejected, but long story short Gilbert, Gertrude and I had a threesome, and after, I realized I hadn't actually moved on, I just got really good at hiding my feelings even from myself.

I then broke it off, whatever "it" was, because I didn't want a repeat of that depressive spiral from so long ago. Fast forward to present day and now Gilbert and Gertrude are pretty much together, just not officially.

Then last night I dreamt about watching a blonde woman about my age masturbating while sitting on top of a ladder on some path in the middle of the forest, and then I watched her ""finish." Then it cut to Gertrude and Gilbert fucking, and i was just there watching them too.

Does anyone know what this means?

I had a dream that I woke up as a like an atom in a basic atomic structure like still just rows of atoms stacked in a basic structure.All the atoms were like black and white speckled circles with little faces like two dots for eyes and a simple line for a mouth. And the atoms in the row above mine were whipping me and yelling at me saying. “Everything you know is a lie. All the people you ever knew like your friends and family don’t even exist.” (I fell asleep in my car during a break at work) so the boss Atom proceeds to explain that I’m an atom on the parking decal on the windshield of my car which was right in front of my sleeping face. He said the sticker was being peeled and my existence would soon be meaningless because the sticker is being peeled off the windshield as he spoke. So basically I woke up and was told everything I think is real is a lie this is the truth and now it’s over. Then I woke up. WTF I have another crazy one about a native taking me to a place called the heart of the universe and it was like ethereal/biological/mechanical all at the same time and I could feel the rhythm of its beat like bass coming off giant concert speakers vibrating my chest bones. If you want a more detailed description of that dream I’ll try and remember as much as I can it’s been years.

Last night, my dream was extremely unique. It just for setting to setting with me remember that I was asleep between situation.

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It started with me at a concert in a total new city. Some where I felt familiar but it is alien to me now. This part is the most vague. At one point, I felt relaxed and calm. Then I realized that I was asleep. My mind started to determent my surroundings based on that.

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It put me in my car at night in a parking lot. This was the most amazing part due to me still knowing that I was on the edge of consciousness. In this portion, I became a vigilante and traveling musician on the run from the law. Due to me knowing it was a dream, I could change anything at will. This gave me "reality warping" abilities. At one point changing my car to out smart the cops...

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Then I was living in a home with a woman and her two children.

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It was like my own version of Quantum Leap with me have to power of Scarlet Witch.