What are drowning dreams about?

I am going through a lot of big changes right now. Moving to a new state, starting a new job, starting a new life.

Yesterday I dreamt I was in San Francisco at a friends flat (10th floor) that was on the beach. We were hanging out on his deck, watching the ocean waves. This one wave rose up in front of us, higher than the building and crashed on the roof, but didn’t touch us.

This happened two more times. We were awed but not worried. The last wave was enormous. It was twice the size of the previous waves and this one hit us directly. I floated in the wave, not drowning, just floating and being amazed at what had just happened and that I wasn’t dead. Then I woke up.

The water was clear blue and I could see through the waves.

Thank you for your help!

This by far the strangest and most vivid dream I have ever had:

The dream began where I observed myself inspecting this massive floating ball of water. There was an old rough looking bearded man there with me (his presence felt like a mentor or teacher). He never says a word but I act as if he's just given me a task or trial. In the water things start to pop into existence and float there. First there are inanimate things; a wooden chair, a bowl, and I think maybe some sort of fruit? I don't move. Then people begin to appear. They float inside and struggle to find a surface to swim to. I immediately dive in (up?) And pull them out to safety. This repeats with various kinds of people in increasing numbers and I manage to save them all but I get the sense that the teacher isn't satisfied. Then an single infant appears and flails around with no understanding of how to save itself but when I dive in (up?) I cannot orient myself in the water. In inanimate objects bump into me and block the infant from view. It's as though I'm swimming in place like the people I saved previously. It strikes me that if I keep trying e will both drown. As soon as I think this, I can move and I swim out to save myself. The infant drown and I am devastated but the old man seems satisfied. The ball of water falls and spreads out over the ground like a mirror (think the salt flats) and reflects the blue sky so the earth and sky seem like on thing with only a mountainous horizon separating them in all directions. The scene shifts again and the pair of us are flying at impossible speeds along this mirrored ground close enough that I can reach out a hand and skim the surface causing a ripple. I am elated and my teacher seems happy but reserved as he follows. As the mountains come closer, a golden twinkle at one of the tallest peaks catches my eye. It is a colossal golden hand open with its palm toward the sky (For anyone familiar with Disney's Aladdin and the King of Thieves, thing the floating golden hand that holds the hand of Midas). I have a sense that this is our destination and I get excited to have 'finally found it'. I woke up before I got there.

Last night, I had a dream that I was in a very small room with cement walls and no windows. My husband I were in there together. We were running out of oxygen. Someone entered and sat down. We were afraid that this person would reduce the amount of oxygen in the room even faster. We wanted to escape through the door, but a crowd of people was trying to enter and we couldn't get out.

Then, I dreamed that I was trapped under a canoe. My husband knew I was under there and could drown, but he didn't call for help or try to save me.

In a playground, set at early dusk, a very tall man in dark clothing and a plastic skull mask mutters that he doesn’t like dogs that bite him. As he says this, a dog yanks free from a leash yards away and races to him. The man holds his hand out, hoping the dick isn’t an asshole who holds grudges, but it is and nips at his fingers. The tall man grumbles and points at the dog angrily. A moment passes and the dog begins to cough and stammer. The coughs intensify into gags and it vomits water. It keeps vomiting water more and more until its screaming and holding its jaws open to pour this water out, trying to whimper and back away from it. The tall man watches intently, waiting for the dog to drown, apparently. The dog finally collapses and convulses on the ground, with the puddle of water still growing from it. The tall man mutters again that he doesn’t like dogs that bite him. I woke up from a phone call at this moment.

Can some one help with a jungian interpretation? Context of dream at the bottom. Here is dream:

My wife and kids were walking in an unfamiliar street. We came across a corner liqueur store owned by a Chinese couple. They had a medium sized dog that looked just like this emoji 🐕 My wife went in and I sensed she was asking if she could take him home. Suddenly dog gets out and my wife tells me to grab him so I grab him by collar.

I am annoyed she made me responsible for dog and I am worried he will bite me but he doesnt. We interact with dog outside. He looked bigger now. I tell her we can't take him home. Now he looks like a baby bear. I say we definitely can't take him home. He doesn't attack or bite me.

The Chinese store owners tell my wife to wash their pots and pans. I sensed she had striked some kind of deal with them. Suddenly I am washing pans for her with a hose and spounge. The bear looks like a medium sized dog again I get it wet. It's fur turns white and I see tiger prints. I point this out to my wife and wonder if it's a baby tiger. I feel positively curious about the dog. I am inside a bathtub outdoors suddenly. The dog gets in between my legs. Very friendly. But then it struggles to get out.it is stuck under me in between my legs. I get worried and try to stand up but I can't. Dog is drowning and I could feel it crying. I ask my wife to help but then I sense the dog is dead and I wake up.

Some background:
Male mid 30s. My wife and I have been contemplating a dog. I don't want a big dog that might hurt kids. I sense
That this dream is not about a pet but about ownership of something within me. I sense the dog getting in between my legs is significant metaphorically.