What are deer dreams about?

I was alone traveling on the interstate and I pulled over at a rest area to go pee. Realized the rest area was abandoned and decided to go in and explore. Front door was standing open so I walked inside. All the sudden I walked through basically a portal into an all tile room with blue flames for light. The walls were tile mosaics of Benjamin Franklin $100 bills with a censored little strip of "&$#%!" over his mouth on each one. There was a pentagram with deer antlers surrounding it and something else, maybe an altar, in the center of the room. I got the feeling that the Ben Franklin things on the wall were a symbol of how the devil manipulates money to draw people into evil ways. I got the urge to pull out my phone and take a picture, but my gut feeling said not to. I did it anyways and as soon as I did I heard a maniacal laugh and the door slammed behind me and I woke up.

What do you make of that? Scared the sh*t outa me.

So, a week ago I had a dream that really stuck with me for some reason. I woke up around 1 in the afternoon (I work nights), with my heart still racing from it and feeling extremely anxious. I’m just trying to make sense of it.

In the dream, I had traveled by boat to this woodland-covered island in the middle of the lake that my parents live on/where I grew up. This island exists in real life. It’s about a mile long and maybe 100 yards wide, covered in woods with some native wildlife like deer, grey foxes, armadillos, raccoons, etc. This island sits directly across the water from my parents house, we can see it easily from our backyard. I used to take my canoe over there and explore this island a lot as a teenager. Also noteworthy: This island was the site of a very small summer camp sometime in the 1950s. You can still see the crumbled remains of what were once the camp kitchen and bunks, very simple wooden structures with a few rusted cot frames, misc trash and an old kitchen stove remaining. This island also was once home to a small herd of goats put there to help maintain vegetation on the island, but all had disappeared by the 90s. People camp on it occasionally.

Moving on to the dream! It was broad daylight outside, sometime in early afternoon I think. I went, for reasons unknown, to the island by boat. I don’t recall what sort of boat I was in. I think my husband was with me, but that detail is murky. I walked through the woods to the middle of the island where the old camp used to be. The kitchen mess hall is still standing, a wooden structure about the size of a doublewide trailer with no doors attached to the entrances or glass in the windows.

I go inside. There is no electricity, but I can the interior fairly well from the daylight coming through the open doorways/windows. Inside, it is littered with trash and nylon camping tents/piles of bedding where people have been sleeping there on the dirty wooden floor. There are 2 darkened rooms off each end of the main room. There are also several groups of people milling about inside, talking and laughing like this was just their hangout spot. Maybe 8-12 people total. I am drawn to a tent in the center of the room. It is partially unzipped, so I peek inside. It is empty except for a black plastic trash bag,and lying beside the trash bag is the decomposing body of 1 of my 4 cats. I become instantly filled with indescribable terror and run towards the doorway to leave.

As I try to leave, a young couple enter the doorway as the male half proclaims “alright let’s go cheat!” while leading his laughing female companion towards one of the darkened side rooms. I look back into the main room and see a large but rather skinny pink pig rooting around in the trash strewn about. The whole atmosphere was like a “trap house”, an abandoned building where homeless addicts congregate to squat and use drugs.

In terror, I proclaim “how can you all just sit in here with this dead, rotting cat like it doesn’t exist???” I was especially terrified over the body of my dead cat. I couldn’t even walk near the tent he was in. I remember hoping the pig would just eat his body so it would be gone.

My husband and I are forced to spend the night here. We chose a spot in the building far away from my dead cat. Upon awakening the next day, we make a hasty getaway. Suddenly the doorway has a flimsy screen door on it. I look around the main room once more before we go. The people are gone, but the pig is still there, rooting around in the trash on the floor. I say to my husband “we should leave the door propped open so the pig can get out”. Then we leave.

In reality, my cat is healthy and fine. He’s an indoor-only cat and my baby.

Can someone interpret this wild AF dream for me??lol

i had a dream where i was walking in the woods by my house. i came to a small pool of disgusting dirty water i have never seen in real life. there was a doe standing by the pool drinking the water. she didn’t look at me for a very long time. i remember being really confused but feeling safe with this deer. i felt like i was with my mom again (she isn’t dead i just have attachment anxiety) when the deer did look at me, there was sinew and flesh in her mouth, like she had killed and was eating an animal.

that’s it. then i woke up. this dream has terrorized me for days

(For context in this dream It seems like I was a teenage girl living a strict community where everyone hates the moon because they associate with witchcraft)

So the dream started out with me crouched outside of a barn-like building with two baby does in a basket. One was tagged with pink and the other was tagged with blue. I remember seeing their names, both of which started with ‘F,’ but in my head I couldn’t read the names. But anyways I called the blue-tagged doe, Fauna.

I’m pretty sure nobody liked Fauna, or maybe they didn’t like my relationship with the does because everyone seemed to be frustrated with me throughout the dream, especially this one large woman with a white bonnet. I was always scared of getting on her bad side.

So it skips to night and I’m with another teenage girl, who is also wearing a white bonnet and a long light brown dress. We’re both tying up cream-colored sheets and both of us are very cautious about it.

The next day (I’m assuming) I am outside playing with the does. We’re on a stretch of land with a decline, which lead to a thick forrest at the bottom. Anyways, the blue-tagged doe, Fauna, goes missing and i and someone else go looking for her.

Ok so here’s the weird part: we come out onto the other side of the woods and there’s a modern house there, and in the yard there are children having a birthday party....
I see a lady with curly light red hair, glasses, and a biker jacket holding the doe. She sees us and comes up to us. She says that something got the doe and I can see a gash in it’s leg. She assumes we know how to stitch it up, but then I explain to her that I don’t know how. She sighs and tells us to come back in an hour. As we’re leaving I look through one of the windows and notice a bunch of bones (so maybe she was a taxidermist idk😂).

So I’m pretty sure we got the deer back and then the dream takes a really weird turn.
It’s dusk and I’m staring into the forest and a song starts to play. I can’t remember the lyrics but a woman starts singing in a solemn and haunting voice about how the “moon and mar are connected,” or something like that. It ended with me thinking to myself, “but then why is this our song if we hate the moon?”

It kind of makes me think people in the dream might of suspected me of being a witch all along or something. Which would explain why everyone was mad at me, why the girl putting sheets up with me was cautious, and why I felt alone but also guilty the whole time. Maybe they believe Fauna was my familiar or something, and that’s why they didn’t seem to like her.

Anyone else have an interpretation on this dream? Like maybe it could be a past life, or maybe it’s something my head made up to tell me something😅

This happened last night, i was on the verge of falling asleep and i saw this thing. I’m not sure if i was dreaming or not but the best i can describe it was a dear skull, it was wearing i believe a purple and gold cloak, and it didn’t do anything. just stood there in my dream? for a couple seconds. I didn’t get any sort of negative vibe from it, but i rolled over and a sign above my bed immediately fell and hit me right on the head and i think that’s what woke me up.

again i’m not sure if those two events are related, it was such a short dream and i’m not even sure why i remember it, but it was so odd.