What are disaster dreams about?

Ok so this could be some random dream that just happened with no meaning but it freaked me out, I have deja vu alot.

Ok so I was really tired one day so I took a nap and woke up to what felt like a super realistic feeling and I walked into my moms room and she told me Russia had sent missiles to us and we were in the insurance zone (pretty sure she meant impact zone but my dream said insurance lol) and they would arrive shortly, so we were waiting for a bit just not knowing what to do with our time and I told them "The US would surely retaliate and kill Russia" and my mom told me the East Coast had been wiped clean and we were next and we heard 3 loud beeps (kinda like a bomb or a timer) and a large flash of light blinded the room, my family could still see but I remember not feeling any pain and my skin on fire and it taking ten seconds to hit and I was mezmorized by this fire and not feeling pain and then sudden death hit. I woke up to 4 screens in which I only remember two of the options which were "relive last memory" and "relive life". I then woke up from my dream and was freaked tf out. Any meaning behind it?

So i was in france in some strange place looking similar to a city i lived before remiremont

and a highway toll and i passed the toll so afterwards i go down the city near some sign saying neufchateau i never knew the city not even today

and then a beast man very hairy looking a bit like a werewolf only with the head of a man and very hairy and looks for someone and he didnt see me then my mom comes opens the door of the car and tells me to get in and then i quickly get in and ran and the beast couldnt see me

a bit later on i meet with a wonderful woman and we get into her charriot and her father accompanied her , and as soon as we arrive somewhere some sorceress or demon did something and made it so 3 weeks pass and the woman thought i left her and then i say to the demon indominus mortis and curse the demon sorceress… and then 3 images appear before me saying no hugging with this one or sex or love , they were stickman images laying in bed with some words written under, and then i am laying in a bed with other man i didnt knew and i did something to a pole like with my hands i made it a hole and put my controller in it and then i made it complete again and the pole was looking like all poles normal and then i see the charriot i was in and behind it is a castle and village or city on fire and then i say to the demon something like never and the dream ends

The dream was over the time span of a few weeks. I don't remember the full context of how I met the girl, but we were working for some CIA/FBI/MI5 top secret sort of thing together. There was some mission we were on but it was just so insignificant in the dream compared to the love I felt for this girl.

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She was called Leci. Blonde. Beautiful. So funny and intelligent. Every moment with her was just so pure and happy. It was the kind of intense emotional attraction you may have felt where you don't really care about the sex or anything like that, you just want to spend every minute you can with the person.

I went on great nights out with Leci, went on adventures in the forest, just lied in bed talking, it was amazing. She had one of those typical annoying best friends who doesn't like the boyfriend, but we got on alright in the end.

At one point I was with her at her desk at work just chatting away, and I was probably happier than I've ever been in real life. I got flooded with this feeling that everything was alright, you know? That it was just me and her. I would do anything for her and I knew she would do the same for me. It was beautiful.

And then of course, I woke up.

This has never happened to me before and its kind of freaking me out. Im wondering if anyone else has experienced this before because nobody in my circles that I asked ever had.

This is the dream:

This was a few nights ago and im still fucked about it.

I was at my childhood home, my parents were really old and frail (75/80’s, they’re actually in their 40’s irl) I felt like i was 24/25 (Im 19). The tv was on and I was cleaning not paying attention when the tv had a really loud alarm. The news guy said that america has fallen and showed huge street fights with fire everywhere and people getting shot and falling by the hundreds. The same dude came back on with another alert and said that the outsider countries that were waiting to attack have just declared war too. The phone rang and I watched my younger brother (18) answer it and hang up. I couldn’t hear him or anything else. He didnt say anything but him and my other brother (17) went upstairs, got a bag and left the house. I knew they got drafted to fight and I knew they didnt say anything bc they weren’t going to come back. My dad got up and hobbled to the door and said he had to protect the family, but I knew he didn’t want to go. He was doing it out of duty, and everyone knew he was too old he would die for certain. My mom was crying and so was my little sister (9) and so was I. Then there was another emergency alarm on the tv to immediately get underground and put something between your teeth and bite down, North Korea was coming. I got my family to go the basement and I was coming behind them, still upstairs when I looked out the window and saw a blinding white light growing and I knew I was going to die right then and I had this huge feeling that I had let it get to that point. It was MY fault that it did.
The light became everything and then it became all dark and my eyes adjusted to see that I was in a moving hallway of sorts. It in space, made out of space, and I could see outside of the area but I was confined to the inside. It was like a black space snake and I was inside riding it like a train. Some of the space scales of the snake worked as doors and I could go into points of time in the future/past, of my life which was a tiny section of it overall and in general too. I looked inside one room but I didn’t go in. It was just trees in a swamp. I opened this other door that had a vibe™️ to it and instantly I was met with this warm yellow glowing light that filled the entire room (which had no walls, it was just the light) and it had the MOST loving feeling ever. It felt like the ultimate motherly warm love ever and I could just melt into it and be happy and safe forever and I was about to step in when the light shifted and formed the face of a lady. The lady opened her eyes and looked directly dead in my eyes and without opening her mouth or anything she said loud and clear: Speak. The sound was in my body and everywhere at the same time.

And then I woke up. And I remained fucked up because I’ve never died in a dream and continued dreaming ever before.

Also my interpretation of the dream was: i have to speak on what ive been meaning and KNOW i need to speak on in order to not let bad things happen. Im trying to write a book and Ive been too scared to start.

There is a music festival going on in my front yard. I am with my girlfriend and an ex-friend, who we treat as if she was still our friend. We are walking down the street and decide to go into my neighbor's house and spend the night there. There is only one room open, as if it were a motel. There is nothing in there except a large bed and TV placed in a cabinet. The three of us drop off our bags and go back outside to the festival. It is small, but enjoyable. I spot a group of 20-something year olds under a white tent. They are lounging without a care, surrounded by racks of water balloons. My girlfriend tells me to get a water balloon, so I go up to them. I ask and a woman agrees. She takes one off, then pops it into a large fancy bowl and hands it to me saying, "This is called Dragon Fire Bowl." A guy with her warns her, "Are you sure? Even a drop of that could-" Then he cuts off. The liquid is orange like pop. She encourages me to try some. It tastes amazing! I am addicted to it. I go back to my friends and we retire to the little room. I realized all too late that I finished the drink without sharing.

From here on, the dream cuts like scenes in a movie. It is night. Now I am in my real house watching a concert from my window. It is extravagant, with dancers and bright lights. Suddenly the people who gave me the drink appear in the next room. One of them asks, "Are you feeling ok?"

My dream cuts again. I am back in the small room, but no one is in there. I stand in the corner with blurry vision and a sick feeling. I figure I am just drunk, nothing to worry about. I realize it is really late at night. My brother and a couple of his friends bust in the room, loud, and probably drunk themselves. I mumble something about the drink and Nick is concerned I was poisoned. I assure him it was just pop. They leave and I vomit in my corner.

Next scene, I am still in the same room sitting on the bed with my grandfather. He came to fix the TV. He put on my favorite show, *Supernatural*. We tune in right as an angel is murdering a demon. My grandfather mentions how gruesome the show is. I don't think it's too bad. Suddenly my view becomes more entranced with the show until it is all I see. My view is on the dead demon, who is oozing pink blood from his neck. My sight is like a camera, panning back up to the angel's face. I am the angel. (If you care, the song "Academy Award" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing to set the eerie mood). I can tell I am older than I am in real life, maybe late twenties or early thirties. My hair was cut short and I am wearing nice clothing. With the blade in my hand, I ascend up the stairs. The mansion I am now in was under construction. Sheets hung over a grand window on the stair landing, but a bright white light was breaking through.

I make it to the stop of the long stairway. It is dark here and tinted with a blue filter. I enter a room. A grey pitbull is standing before me, guarding a cradle. The dog growls at me and I realize I am a threat. I move forward without fear and the dog whimpers away. I place my hand on the cradle railing and look down at the baby boy, but from my view I never actually saw the child. I raise my hand with the blade. The dog growls again. I snap my fingers and it rushed out of the room. Before I stab, my side vibrates. It is my phone. I check it and see my girlfriend texted me, "I thought we were going to go to therapy today."

I break from my murderous trance, dropping the blade and holding my spinning head. I realize that was my girlfriend's father downstairs I just killed and that is my son in the cradle. My mind is consumed with darkness, I realize how evil I am. My life is over. How could I do that to my girlfriend?! I seriously think all of this is real. I blink as hard as I can and wake up in a cold sweat.

What does all of that mean? I had this dream a while back, but it has stuck with me as clear as day.