What are different role dreams about?

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So this morning I had this dream that;

I was contacted by a girl I went to high school with.
However, we weren't friends didn't have the same friends and have never seen her since school. Apart from friending on Facebook but everyone does that.

She contacts me to help with a young girl that had a mild disability in my dream but was playing basketball but was struggling with something. it was not clear in dream what about. But thought I could help.

What was clear is that when I turned to the girl from high school, who is now a grown women as in my age 32. Give or take. She looked crazy clear like real life clear, I look her up when awake and all her features were exactly as she is now as an adult not the teenager.

So firstly, I'm impressed and freaked how accurate my dream was.
I've honestly never looked her up over the years I didn't know anything about her until just glancing at Facebook today.

Secondly, it felt like she was asking for help with something was the crux off the dream.
The little girl and the basketball thing I think is me. As I've worked with young people of all ages over the years and am currently looking to start coaching basketball or ice hockey for juniors.

So my question. Do I contact this girl, who is married and who I have no reason except my dream said she wanted my help.....?

Ps.Yeah I also know how weird it would look from her point of view.

So.. last night I had a dream that upon waking up, I heard my parents watching TV together really loudly. I walked into the living room and it was being reported that Donald Trump was assassinated while boarding a boat or something. Like.. shot in the head by a sniper I think?

I somehow thought it was some sick lie and looked it up and saw that his date of death was already updated online and everything. I started crying.. Not out of sadness but because of how terrified I was. I was scared of the lack of security and how the country was going to handle it. I knew there was going to be a divide, angry people, etc. I looked on instagram and saw people CELEBRATING and it made me angry. I mean there was videos of people drinking, singing, etc. I knew there was going to be people happy that it happened, but I was disgusted because I would never celebrate anyone’s death honestly.. Especially the president since that means our country would be vulnerable.

Also, a lot of people were thinking that we would have another election immediately . I had to keep telling ppl on instagram that Pence would become president rather than that.

Then I woke up glad it wasn’t real lol. It makes me wonder what would actually happen

I woke up before 4 a.m. this morning because I had an ultra vivid dream in which I had the birds eye view to bombs being dropped under President Trump’s directive.

He said he would make the earth a new moon, meaning he would make new craters on the earth’s surface to make the planet resemble the moon. He was retaliating against something... I couldn’t do anything but watch the bombs fall as if I were sitting in the plane staring out from its underbelly.

In the later half of the dream, I was running with a hoard of others, many injured, a lot of amputees, a lot of burn victims, many crawling all of us together running from some blast zone. The women next to me kept shaking her hands while she crawled because the burns on them made it hard for her to pull herself along.

Many we passed were lying in pieces. Everybody was shuffling together at once. It was so horrific I woke up and didn’t go back to sleep for hours.

Hoping to sleep tight tonight, but not at all optimistic.

I debated wanting to share this since one- this dream is disturbing, and two- I barely remember most of it (thank God).

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Okay, here I go:

I remember that it was a long dream, and had something to do about experiments of "making the voice strong", whatever the hell that means. There were experiments regarding the throat, with needles being shoved in peoples' throats, or syringes of some sort drawing out phlegm. It was disgusting. I know that it had some cult like aspects to it, but it wasn't that entirely. The person doing the experiments was wearing a red robe, but still, the dream felt more "scientific" than "cult", if you know what I mean. But the main thing I remember from this dream, we're the cries of babies.

I so wish that I could get rid of the images my mind conjured up.

You're still reading? Oh...okay, please don't think of me as some disturbed individual. But the cries of babies is what I remember too vividly in this dream. And the sounds of cracking belts. You sure you want to keep reading? Okay...

The belts were whipping that of newborn babies; blood everywhere. They would take this blood and use it to inject in peoples' throats to, quote-unquote, "make the voice strong."

I remember an up close image of a toddler having his inner thighs whipped over and over, and I couldn't do anything to help him; couldn't do anything to end this dream. It literally felt like I was being deliberately held to watch this nightmare.

I remember an up close image of an experiment gone wrong, where a patient, a man, puked up this white slime, and was killed off.

That's all I remember but I'm sure there's more that mind is suppressing. I hope you don't get this nightmare, now that I put images in your head. I'm so sorry.