What are dead end dreams about?

I had a dream where I was falling from the sky, I was calm for the most part. While I was falling, I had my backpack, phone, and I think one more item that I was juggling in the sky. When I held onto these possessions, it slowed down my fall and I would fall faster when I wasn't holding onto anything (defying gravity in my dream, lol).

I tried to hold everything but I had to sacrifice a few. I remember distinctly that I stuffed my phone into a rolled up newspaper and just hoped that it would be safe and I could find it later.

I got my backpack and landed safely and softly to an unknown land. When I landed my phone in the newspaper ended up right beside me and it was perfectly safe which I was happy with. I think I also found my third item which I can't remember what it is.

I started exploring the new land and it was in a new language and I got scared about being in a place with a totally different culture and language alone. I walked quickly trying to find someone who I could communicate to. It's a blur at this point and at the end of my dream, someone is asking "Did you hear about [my name]? She fell from the sky." and that was the end of my dream.

If you have any interpretation to this dream, I would love to hear about it!! A little background to what's currently happening with me: I've been stressed because of my romantic relationship and how often we've been fighting in the last month. We've been doing long distance for two weeks now, on the first week we got into a fight on the phone and he stopped calling me after. On the day he was supposed to visit me, neither of us wanted to see each other but I still wanted to resolve it despite him thinking negative things about me and not knowing what to do. He told me in person that he wanted to take a break from us and see where we stand in 2-3 weeks, which was what I originally wanted to do, I just hate being at an impasse because it feels like I'm not moving forward.

Thanks for reading!

I was walking through Philadelphia talking to an old friend from art school on an old flip phone from the early 2000’s. I walked through city hall and told her the story of my freshman year at a different school before I met her. I described everything and relived the experience. She told me she had Crohn’s disease and that she had lost her faith in religion. As she said this, I saw a medieval friar dressed in a dusty brown robe in the middle of city hall. He looked like an ancient painting had come to life. There was something menacing and feral about him.

I left city hall and headed east. I came to a sort of dead end that consisted of a gazebo and the edge of a cliff-like hill. The ground in that area was made of dry, grey dirt, but the way it was shaped resembled ground meat.

I woke up and then went back to sleep.

In the next dream I was back and forth between my previous apartment and my old art school. I had so much crap in my studio. Terrible unfinished paintings and poorly stretched canvases made with cheap materials. I felt hopeless. Every time I thought I could salvage something or continue working on a painting, I’d realize it was pointless or even futile. I just wanted to throw everything away and start from scratch, but there was so much stuff to get rid of that I exhausted myself just throwing it away.

At some point I was approached by a striking looking older man with piercing eyes. I recognized him as a certain teacher of mine but he looked nothing like him in real life. He showed me a large self portrait that was absolutely stunning. I was inspired by it but also full of anxiety because I was so dissatisfied with my own work and felt as though I was running out of time.

I told the man that his painting had life in it. It was like it was imbued with a kind of life force or energy that far surpassed realism. I had been trying to bring my images to life but I only got so far.

He proceeded to tell me to just keep working and that one day when I least expect it, the energy will creep in and take on a life of its own. He said it was like being alone in a room full of wooden marionettes year after year, and one day realizing that they had been alive all along. His eyes momentarily traveled to opposite sides of his head as he said this (like Marty Feldman). I could see wooden puppets twitching and starting to move behind us in the reflection of a mirror.

Background: 31/f/usa, i/enjf, scorpio, worked a lot of dead end jobs, terrible upbringing, poor etc. Did work at Walmart irl.

I worked at target, about 5 years, and this old guy bothered me all the time but my boss wouldn't do anything about it because he was a customer. One day he came up to me on my break and asked me to marry him, and I was so appalled that I wanted to run away, but instead I just shot right up in the sky and flew. I hovered around, watching him, waiting for him to leave. He didn't leave so I started dive-bombing him. Eventually I landed and mentally pushed him out of the dream.

Hello! So I have a weird question. My gf told me she had feelings of pain in her dream. After discussing it we were at a dead end as we couldn't decide whether this pain was 1) Real, as in actual neural activity interpreted as pain during the dream OR 2) a simple remembrance of pain AFTER waking up (ie. seeing yourself getting hurt in the dream and after waking up you just remember feeling pain without actually having felt it \*during\* the dream, because your brain assumes that you must have felt pain)

Any thoughts on which of the two is going on?

I’d like to share theory on death that I have that happened in my dream.

I won’t go into detail of the dream, but in the dream me and a friend were being chased and reached a dead end. The man who was chasing us came up to me and shot me point blank. I fell to the floor and started to bleed out and die. As I was laying there, bleeding out, a small timer appeared in the right hand corner of my vision. This timer showed how long I had until I would die. It said about 10 seconds. With this time, my eye slowly shut every second, until it reached zero and my eyes were completely shut and I was dead. It was such a surreal moment, and I didn’t feel any pain. This timer worked as a way for me to say goodbye to the friend I was with, and I knew exactly how long I had left.