What are Cuba dreams about?

So I just had this nightmare it’s fresh off my head and I just had his nightmare and I know exactly what it’s about but it was fucked up, I recently got home from a vacation with my grandparents, and baby cousin from Cuba but we didn’t go to the poor side of Cuba we stayed at a super rich hotel, and prior to the dream my mom told me no matter what I cannot bring my Nintendo Switch and I listened to her in real life but the dream was different

So in this dream I didn’t go with my grandparents it was my mom only and the same Hotel in Cuba, but for some reason we were driving my grandparents 2005 Hummer even in a foreign country, for some reason we had gone out and left our cars on a road somewhere I don’t know because the Dream kinda skips a little, it’s just me my mom and my flash light all I can visibly see is road and more road, until my flash light waves over 3 men in Orange Jumpsuits one with his hand in his pocket ready to do god knows what until finally a Police Car comes driving but it wasn’t a regular police car it was Red for some reason

Anyway seeing the car we see this as safety and run into our car which bye bye as right next to the men and we drive off ASAP now it gets even weirder and me and my mom get home it my Grandparents house for some reason, and we both go to bed in my room in the same bed idk why, and I can’t sleep so I’m playing on the Nintendo Switch that my mom told me not to bring and as I’m playing I kinda feel the presence of someone watching me, and I find out since I’m leaning against the window, someone can perfectly see everything I’m doing and is watching me, it’s one of the three men and I turn around horrified and scream the first and last words of my dream

“MOM WAKE UP THERE HERE”

But then at the last moment the same red Cop care comes driving and that’s it

Mind you when the red cop car came twice o can only see it’s lights and not the actually car until it gets right up to me which is kinda eerie, and idk what this dream means tbh I don’t think it had a moral it’s just creepy

I remember walking on the globe to some made up area between Cuba and Panama while writing down wishes on a sheet of paper. I don’t remember most of them, they weren’t anything too grand, but the one I do remember I didn’t write on that sheet. I panicked as I forgot to put it on the sheet and now I was out of room, so I tore out another and tried writing with a blue pen, but the paper kept crinkling making it very difficult as I tried to quickly scrawl out my last wish. I wished to be a girl but I was scared so I wrote it carefully and wordy like a genie was going to interpret it and eventually scratched it out, ripped the paper in the process and tried to rewrite it on the other side and turn it in with the normal sheet.

For some context I am a 35 YO mixed (black/white), straight man recently engaged. I am doing shadow work and feeling my way through an inferiority complex, born in part due to un-diagnosed ADHD as a child and my father being emotionally volatile and something of a bully. I believe each setting in the dream is a part of my unconscious and most if not all figures are calling to me to go into it or keep me from leaving. Perhaps saying that I need to keep looking at things I don't want to. I would be extremely grateful for any thoughts you might have about it. Thank you for reading.

At my grandparents house (not the actual house). They are laying on the couch, either groggy or sleeping. The house is dark and cluttered. I remember something about a Playboy magazine. (When I was a teenager I found a Playboy at my grandparent's house that belonged to my uncle.) Maybe someone found one in a box and commented on it.

I go to a theme park or museum of some kind, with rooms of old antique items, such as furniture and toys. It is cluttered like my grandparents' house and feels dingy. I stop to look at some wrestling action figures and note that my younger self would have loved them. I start to play with them but get no enjoyment and quickly move on. As I go to leave a little girl follows me, she annoys me. Maybe she is grabbing my shirt or hitting me. It is awkward as I don't feel comfortable being stern with a child I don't know. She eventually leaves me alone when another little girl grabs her.

I leave and go through an area with wooden walkways over still water. There are neon signs. It feels like a Japanese bus or train station. The wood reminds me of Kyoto and the signs of Tokyo, though it is not especially crowded. It is dark out. I see something dead and out of place in the water. Perhaps a dead baboon. I look away and walk around it.

I call friends I went to the park/museum with to see if they are ready to leave. They want to stay for another hour or two. I am surprised and a little disappointed. I don't understand the appeal. I think that I'll head back and meet up with them when they are ready to leave. I don't remember who they are and don't remember being with them in the park/museum, but I believe he is a chubby white man and was with a white woman. I believe the man is a friend of mine in real life, but I can't remember who.

While exiting a building I see someone I know, a black man named "Bruce". (My father had a friend named Bruce. I don't know much about him but my dad has told me he is stuck in the past, always talking about high school and college glory days.) He is a family friend. He asks for my number and gives me a piece of paper to write it on. He tells me to write next to "Cuba". The paper has 5 or 6 spaces for numbers, maybe half of them filled in. He has an altercation and stabs a man. I don't know or recall what the altercation was about. I quickly leave and look for another exit.

I want to text my family and tell them that I saw Bruce stab a man. I am on the phone (or pretending to be) when a black man with braids hands me a pamphlet, I believe he intends to ask for money. I look at the photo and see a couple black people, perhaps homeless. I turned him away. He looks at me in the eyes and makes a gun with his finger and points it at my face. He moves towards me. I feel threatened and leave.

I leave the building and walk out onto a dock with shops and kiosks. It is light out. A Hispanic woman starts to flirt with me. I do not find her attractive but enjoy the attention. I tell her I am in a relationship. Her and her friends make comments suggesting that they think I am lying or lead her on, I don't remember which. I take a few steps and turn back to the woman. I say "This happens to me a lot with women. Could I have done anything differently?" She thinks and says no. Her demeanor is softer.

Alright, so here's what happened. After listening to M83, I passed out. I don't really remember much from that dream, then around 6:00 AM I wake up, put my cat outside, clean his box and back again.

...Here are some bizarre images I remember. I stood over a dying shot body that looked like actor Cuba Gooding Jr's, as if it was like some cinematic scene. I was at my grandma's old house, or what was supposed to be it, with my brother having an empty room in it with his old Xbox games. Evil Cat Food Cans came to life with angry mouths, and I sprayed or dissolved them with some liquid. The liquid got into my mouth, tasted bad and afraid I was going to die, I drank water. Last thing I remember was I was in the wave scene from Day After Tomorrow, except it also involved me getting giant snacks from a vending machine, which I remember losing out of nowhere.

So I went to Cuba with some people. My nonna (grandma) Zia (aunt), my mum, dad, The Rock, and my friend. So we are there, chillin then Fidel Castro came on a hill and made a tiny air strike, like really small. So we went home after escaping and there were some people there and it was different. Like there were barns and it was bigger. Then some weird stuff happened, people were protesting in our yard with fire nation flags, and then we started digging in the barn. The rock, my friend and the other people started digging and they finished. I came back and got my dad and he got everyone and we snuck through. The end