What are drink dreams about?

I have a co-worker who I get along with extremely well. He is handsome, funny, kind and smart. During our shifts together, we text non-stop when we’re not able to talk, we text outside of work and have great conversations. I’ve never told him how I felt, but I like him.. a lot. Anyways, I had this dream a couple weeks ago. It was him and I, feeding each other food and drinking wine. We were cuddled up on the couch and he gave me a kiss on the forehead, we looked at each other and our eyes met. It felt like the kind of love you see in movies. Nothing else mattered but us at that point in time. The dream jumped to us laying in bed, looking out the window at the sunset with him rubbing my arm and my head burrowed in his chest. But this time when I went to look up at him, I woke up. I immediately realized it was a dream and my heart broke. I haven’t been able to look at him the same because I don’t think he likes me back. My heart aches because I realized if he told me he liked me and wanted to be in a relationship with me, I don’t think I could ever be unhappy again. He makes my stomach flutter and my hands shake. I wish I had the courage to tell him how I feel.

Really strange dream last night. A loooot like a movie. I remember that it started with Mark Wahlberg describing this weird ritual sacrifice that his cult performed. The process was 1). Paralyzing the person and laying them on their back with their hands on their stomachs. 2). Installing a metallic device with a bright red tube in their arms or shoulders (i can't remember). 3). Gradually slowing their breathing and making them less conscious. It feels incredibly painful and frightening. Like slowly blinking out of existance with ever increasing struggle until you die.

To be honest i only remember three distinct parts. The presentation above being one of them. Another part was when i woke up in this very white room with a bunch of other individuals in white clothes. We had the same device but we were all awake and it was in our forearms. The devices were inflating and deflating our forearms like a balloon with some kind of liquid. We were all just sitting there. An Indian kid and i were facing each other.

The third part was what scared me and i still have slight paranoia about it. I was on the couch relaxing and my mother made me some tea. Both my parents were acting very casually. Suddenly i felt my breathing intensify and i slumped over paralyzed. Both my parents got up quickly and started speaking some weird langauge while they performed the ritual on me. I was terrified and it felt very painful. When i died i finally woke up.

I’m having a reoccurring dream that happens over a series of phases (with no connections among the phases) the first one is I’m shopping in a large crowded supermarket (walmart or target etc) with my Aunt ( on my mother’s side) and my father, I decide to use the bathroom, upon entering the bathroom i notice that the bathroom is way nicer than that of a supermarket almost like a swanky club. I do my business and begin to wash my hands, in the mirror I see a scraggly disheveled scarred man, I am instantly petrified, he reaches for me aggressively and I lunge backwards onto the door and begin trying to unlock it, he peruses me and before he reaches me I get the door open and fall backwards through the door back into the store. I call for help but no one is there.

The next phase is me, two friends/classmates, and my aunt (same aunt). We’re in a library doing some sort of paper work, and that’s it nothing interesting.

The next phase takes place in the fall and is me, and one of my friends/classmates from the last phase, we’re walking to class from the coffee shop (like most mornings) and he says we should detour through the recently built park (no such park exists or has ever existed) we walk through the park and then go to class.

The last phase is me laying on a blanket in the same park this time in the summer, laying next to me is a man but I can’t see his faces he offers me a red flower with a string tied to it. I take it and then I wake up.

have absolutely no idea what this mean but I would like to know. ( I’ve had the dream about 10 times now)

So me and My husband were chilling in a house that was ours, but not our house, and we were reminiscing about the time we invited satan over to hang out. So I said we should invite him again, and we summoned him. He was kinda annoyed at first but I offered him some Cheezits and apparently that’s his favorite. They turned in to candies and samples of sweet things and we played games and ate sweets. Satan was about to leave to go back to work, and I gave him fancy coffee candy samples and he thanked me and left.

Few things to note I guess; me and my husbands relationship is a little rocky right now.
I am not Christian and I don’t believe in Biblical mythology.

What could this mean?

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too