What are drug dreams about?

A Devil with humongous breasts comes and most of the people go to suck on it. There is cocaine in the devil's breast milk .People get addicted and start killing other people who deny sucking the devil's breasts. Apparently I am the leader of the group which is anti devils breast milk

We fight a war and my group lose because the others are fueled by cocaine enriched breast milk .

I (42F) had a dream that I was away with my husband and my old high school boyfriend (dated for 6 years) was where we were staying. He had a Dr with him that was going to take him to rehab (which he needs to go to). IRL: I have not seen him since we are 21, but we have talked on and off over the years. But have not talked for years because of his drug/alcohol problem. It makes him abusive.
In the dream I hugged him, told him I love him and want him to get better.
Back to the dream:
He was also throwing up jelly.
Also my husband told me to change my shoes, when I went to put on shoes, because I might have been wearing the shoes his mother gave me 25+ years ago (which i don't own anymore).

In real life I told my husband the dream. There is no jealousy or anything. My ex is a very sick person because of the drug/alcohol. Hes the greatest guy in the world sober, but is a horrible scary person when he's using. I cannot talk to him because hes good one day then threatening my families life the next because I left him and his words "he didn't realize the best girl he would have ever had was the one he met at 15". (I left because he cheated, had multiple girlfriends and the alcohol/ddrugwere already taking over).

My sister passed away last year after a long battle with alcoholism and drug addiction. This morning I had a dream about her. I want to know what it means.

It was us sitting in this kitchen but it was a kitchen I've never seen before. She was wearing a red t-shirt and jean shorts something she wore often. We were talking about her alcoholism and I was begging her to stop drinking. I kept telling her over and over again I needed her and that my nephews needed her. She then told me that one night when we were drinking together she blacked out but for a second she came to and that we were just dancing and goofing around in her kitchen. She smiled to herself and said "but wasn't that fun?" I told her yeah and then told her if she didn't stop drinking she was going to die soon. She then told me she was sorry but it's so late to change that. I remember we hugged and I woke up.

What do you think this means? Please answer me I've read that sometimes the dead can visit you in your dream was this it?

I haven’t taken acid in real life yet, but i took some in my dream. I looked in my mirror and my face was morphing, everything was rippling, and I was getting greenish fractals forming on my walls. It made me think how weird it is that you can take brain altering drugs in a dream. Like... your brain is being altered inside itself. Idk it tripped me out when I woke up.

So, a week ago I had a dream that really stuck with me for some reason. I woke up around 1 in the afternoon (I work nights), with my heart still racing from it and feeling extremely anxious. I’m just trying to make sense of it.

In the dream, I had traveled by boat to this woodland-covered island in the middle of the lake that my parents live on/where I grew up. This island exists in real life. It’s about a mile long and maybe 100 yards wide, covered in woods with some native wildlife like deer, grey foxes, armadillos, raccoons, etc. This island sits directly across the water from my parents house, we can see it easily from our backyard. I used to take my canoe over there and explore this island a lot as a teenager. Also noteworthy: This island was the site of a very small summer camp sometime in the 1950s. You can still see the crumbled remains of what were once the camp kitchen and bunks, very simple wooden structures with a few rusted cot frames, misc trash and an old kitchen stove remaining. This island also was once home to a small herd of goats put there to help maintain vegetation on the island, but all had disappeared by the 90s. People camp on it occasionally.

Moving on to the dream! It was broad daylight outside, sometime in early afternoon I think. I went, for reasons unknown, to the island by boat. I don’t recall what sort of boat I was in. I think my husband was with me, but that detail is murky. I walked through the woods to the middle of the island where the old camp used to be. The kitchen mess hall is still standing, a wooden structure about the size of a doublewide trailer with no doors attached to the entrances or glass in the windows.

I go inside. There is no electricity, but I can the interior fairly well from the daylight coming through the open doorways/windows. Inside, it is littered with trash and nylon camping tents/piles of bedding where people have been sleeping there on the dirty wooden floor. There are 2 darkened rooms off each end of the main room. There are also several groups of people milling about inside, talking and laughing like this was just their hangout spot. Maybe 8-12 people total. I am drawn to a tent in the center of the room. It is partially unzipped, so I peek inside. It is empty except for a black plastic trash bag,and lying beside the trash bag is the decomposing body of 1 of my 4 cats. I become instantly filled with indescribable terror and run towards the doorway to leave.

As I try to leave, a young couple enter the doorway as the male half proclaims “alright let’s go cheat!” while leading his laughing female companion towards one of the darkened side rooms. I look back into the main room and see a large but rather skinny pink pig rooting around in the trash strewn about. The whole atmosphere was like a “trap house”, an abandoned building where homeless addicts congregate to squat and use drugs.

In terror, I proclaim “how can you all just sit in here with this dead, rotting cat like it doesn’t exist???” I was especially terrified over the body of my dead cat. I couldn’t even walk near the tent he was in. I remember hoping the pig would just eat his body so it would be gone.

My husband and I are forced to spend the night here. We chose a spot in the building far away from my dead cat. Upon awakening the next day, we make a hasty getaway. Suddenly the doorway has a flimsy screen door on it. I look around the main room once more before we go. The people are gone, but the pig is still there, rooting around in the trash on the floor. I say to my husband “we should leave the door propped open so the pig can get out”. Then we leave.

In reality, my cat is healthy and fine. He’s an indoor-only cat and my baby.

Can someone interpret this wild AF dream for me??lol