What are disease dreams about?

Sorry if this ends up formatted weird. I’m typing this on my phone after just waking up.

I just had the most horrifying dream of my entire life, and I joined this subreddit specifically to post this. Particularly if you’re a mother, this may upset you to read.

I’m not sure how much exposition is needed here, but here is what I think might be relavant. My boyfriend (31M, Evan) and I (27F) have been together for three years this month. We have been living together the last year and couldn’t be happier. We annoy each other occasionally, but have no serious problems to speak of. We have talked about marriage and children when we are ready, but at the moment our only “children” are our three ferrets and my two younger brothers (19 and 21) who have always treated me like a second mum. Our mum has issues that I won’t go into here. The 19 year old brother moved in with us after he graduated high school to avoid having to continue to live with our mum. The 21 year old brother is preparing to move in with us for the same reason. He was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease when he was 15 and has only had one functioning lung for some time, so he can’t be independent at the moment. Thus the still living with mum.
That’s all the exposition I can think of that might be needed. If anything needs further clarification, let me know. Here’s the dream:

It started out happy. Evan and I had two little boys which were inexplicably Hispanic, (we are both white) about 9 and 6 maybe, and biologically both of ours, (dream me didn’t cheat). We took them out to see a comedy show. That part made sense, it was two comedians whose podcast we watch on YouTube together all the time. My friends from college were there, and we hugged and caught up in the lobby. There were other kids there so I let them go play.

A little time passed and I saw they were not in the room. I looked around and turned to tell Evan (not panicked yet because kids wander) that we needed to go look for them. Suddenly he, with my friends trailing behind him, bolted out the door and across the street to what at first looked like a toy store, but upon further inspection, was a produce store, specifically fresh fruit. It’s a dream so of course as hard as I ran, I couldn’t keep up with them. My oldest boy caught up and started running with us at one point.

In the middle of the store was a giant, white, plastic pool, three feet high and probably twelve feet deep into the ground. There were bits of fruit and watery fruit cocktail juice inside (it seems that is where they mass produced that canned fruit cocktail). In the center was a massive, steel, blade (think a blender) that was turned off at that moment. The whole thing was just open to the whole store, and Evan had already climbed in. I peered inside and saw red everywhere. But that could be strawberries, or cherries, or watermelon, or...I struggled to get in through my rising panic, and because it was slippery and I was weak.

Evan said, “Are you sure you’ll be able to get back out?”

I replied, reaching for his hand, shaking and close to tears, “I don’t care. Help me in.”

Then the dream didn’t show me much inside there. Only enough details to confirm my terror and cause me to wake from my sleep screaming.

So I’m a little messed up right now.

Last night in dream, one of the unique I had never ever seen in my entire life.

I, along with my mother went to a doctor and doctor examined me and suggested to cut my head off from body in order to heal an unknown disease. I saw doctor, with a single hand pulled off my head from the body like pulling off plug from electric switch board. My head came off with wires nerves hanging and doctor suggested to keep clean head and keep it away from body for 2 or 3 days.

I came back to home and keeping in mind (of course I was walking without a head on my body and yet I was able to see everything and listening. I kept my severed head in a box wrapped in plastic bag.
Then I moved on to life ...and 3 days later I suddenly realised Ohh..I needed to clean/wash my severed head I rushed to check the box condition of my head and from top I noticed it got some white worm...yukk, I had two thought I should clean it with water and go to doctor. second thought Leave I dont need this head anymore.

In the end I left the head in box as it is as I was reluctant to touch head with full of worms.

On internet I could not find interpretation of this Dream.
Any insight would really help me
Thanks for your time friends

I won't be naming it, just in case I stumbled upon some forbidden knowledge. A year ago, I dreamt of working in a lab where we were growing germs in plates under a large incubator. Metal tubes, pipes, and wires filled the room, which had a very mid-century feel to the flooring and windows. The older man I worked with was wearing 70s clothes as he described this amazing new compound and it's ability to destroy unwanted things from parasites to tumors.

I woke up in a frenzy and quickly googled the name of the chemical before I forgot. No results. Curious and convinced, I put it into Google Scholar instead. Sure enough, a few articles *from the 70s and 80s* came up about this very real chemical being used to cure tumors. They were either scrubbed, or only a few were ever written. I freaked out and shook my boyfriend awake to tell him the story, and he was shocked too.

Freaky stuff!!

I dreamt that there was this rare disease that caused the whole body to stiffen and paralyze with constant and hellish pain. There was this one shaman who knew how to cure it. It was with a ritual that involved the shaman going to his crocodile farm and choosing a pair of crocodiles, one passive and wise, and the other aggressive and violent. The wise crocodile was one that knew the way through the river to the place where souls can rest. The shaman would then kill the aggressive crocodile and nail the human victim of the disease to the dead crocodile, their backs touching each other. Then he would place them both in the river such that the crocodile was floating in the water and the person was resting on the crocodile facing up, and then he'd tie the two to the wise crocodile who would guide both of their souls to the afterlife/resting place. This was the only way to put the person's soul at rest for eternity. Otherwise, the disease would cause that person's torment to never end, even after death.

Any thoughts?

I woke up today and felt down all day, it has really affected me but I didnt even know who the person was. I think they died of a disease or sickness, it felt like their life was cut short. My connection to this person felt like they were almost a stranger to me, or a new person in my life. I knew they were going to die because they had some kind of illness, and I developed a deep connection to them in a short period and stayed with them until the end. Pretty sure they died in my arms.

The pain was very intense, it physically hurt in my chest and felt like a devastating heartbreak. I cried so hard, it felt like the love of my life just died.

Any interpretations on that? Im feeling quite sad still, I cant shake it off.