What are constructing dreams about?

I dreamt I was in clown school, and this big clown and I were bullying this little clown. Then the little clown went to this booth, and this service from two clowns where they build a stained glass fortress around you so nobody can bother you. I felt bad for bullying him so helped to construct the stained glass fortress.

Title says it all. I went to some conference that turned out to actually be a scam, and I was trying to figure out how. One of the guys who ran it took me into a room with some couches and a couple beds. I sat on one of the beds as he sat across from me talking to me about what I'd "won" or whatever. Convo basically went like this:

"So I want to say congratulations on your achievement with your paper, we can offer you a publica-"

"I'm gonna take a shit."

"Uh... the bathroom's right outside, and down the hall, if you-"

"I'm gonna take a shit right here."

At this point I pull down my pants and start keeping to my word. The whole time I'm maintaining direct eye contact with him.

"Uhh... you can... haha... why didn't you shit in the other bed? It was at least unmade and the sheets were dirty."

I said nothing, just kept staring at him as I did my business.

"Well... as I was..."

"What's the scam here?"

"What? There is no scam, we-"

"*What's the scam here!?*"

Then the guy got scared, and someone else from another room (one of the other organizers) yelled through the wall:

"We offer people fake publications and get them to pay us money for the papers they present!"

I said, "Ah, ok, makes sense." Pulled up my pants, and confidently left the room.

Honestly I don't know what I find funnier, the fact that I shit in a bed as a power move or the fact that my dream constructed a perfectly plausible publication scam.

I had a dream that my boyfriend and I took part in an evening coastal walk for charity. Where we live the fog often becomes so dense that you can't see ahead of you.
We were walking, I was chatting to his step sister, I lost sight of him, then someone screamed "someones just gone over the cliff".
My boyfriend was the only one not accounted for.

I at this point was apparently crying in my sleep. In real life I'd found my husband dead this year, and this is what I was screaming at people, that this couldn't be happening to me.

In my dream I go back to my house to wait for news, I drift off to sleep, and at 11.52pm I get a call from his step sister saying "it's bad news, it was him."

How in the hell did I construct such an awful, vivid dream? My boyfriend had to wake me up because I was crying, but he said it was so hard to wake me.

Hi! So today I had this really weird dream about a character from my favorite book/movie. It was about Charlie from The Perks Of Being a Wallflower.

Basically, I was in this huge movie theater. There was a movie playing, but it wasn’t an actual one and it was just some loose plot constructed in my head I don’t remember. There were four sections of seating. One in the front, in the back, to the right, and to the left (they were completely separated from eachother, like little islands). I was all the way in the back. For some reason I decided to get up and walk around the theater (who knows), and I walked over to the right seating section. Now, every single section was completely full except this one. And for some reason, Charlie was sitting completely alone in the middle seat. I walked up and sat down next to him, and we started talking (very rude to do in a theater I know). I honestly don’t remember what we spoke about, but all I know is that we seemed to be having a really pleasant conversation where we both understood eachother. What do you guys think this means?

Just woke up, had to turn on the lights and take a moment. Woke up very frightened and to be honest there were some time I hadn't this kind of dream, maybe years.

Well its very simple indeed, Im on some kind of birthday party in someone's house, like a children's birthday. The music is playing and everyone's enjoying, some of us reunited chatting and laughing, like we're so normal and not expecting something bad happens, I don't know, like real life you at some social gathering... and then, out of nowhere, people start to scream, I look around and everyone is somewhat horrified with themselves, like a strong acid started kickin? Like you realize whats really happening right now, and its something so awful your mind can't even begin to comprehend? I started to feel the same, observing children lacking the sense of perception and crying, old people sitting not saying anything, that shit hit me like I was a lie, like I didn't exist or had to be there at all, like everything was a simple construct, breaking some kind of logic and your brain wants the put the pieces together but nothing seems to fit...

This dreadful feeling hit me so hard that when I woke up I was still having it, like this right now, "the real world" was something unreal, something just for show.

Had to recollect my thoughts for a moment, my heart was racing, for a brief moment I was lost, that my bedroom wasn't mine.

I dont think I will be able to sleep again right now, I'll spend some time on reddit to make it pass.

Ps. Sorry for any mistyping, not a native.