What are erupting dreams about?

So today I had a dream that me and two girls i used to be friends with and smoke with all the time in high school. We were in Manhattan and I thought that we were just climbing a really really really tall building like It was as tall as a sky scrapper. And I’m afraid of heights so I remember once we were sitting on it I started feeling anxious about falling off but I still sat down and lit the blunt and didn’t say anything about it. So as were smoking we’re just talking and what I thought was a building underneath us it starts to get really hot and shake. And then on my phone I look up like a live map of where we are, and it showed a volcano that was erupting or about to erupting. And then one of my friends was like yeah we better go this thing is about eruptingupt. And as I stood up to quickly get off I started getting dizzy and felt like I was about to faint which is what usually happens when I smoke weed and get a lot of anxiety. And then that’s when I woke up.

Any idea of what any of this could mean or was it just a crazy stupid dream lol.

Below is the details from a dream I had a couple days ago. I didn't recognize anyone in the dream or any of the locations in real world terms. I want to know if there is deeper meaning to it and would appreciate as much help as I can get. This is as much detail as I could remember as I was typing it out when I awoke that day:

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So I was in a restaurant/bar and for some reason I was both a patron and a server? Fucking weird. Anyway, an older, dark haired woman comes up to me and asks for something in the menu that doesn't seem to exist. I apologize and tell her that it doesn't seem to be something there. Then she asked for a holographic image mirror pillow (?). Tell her that we also don't carry that. She proceeds to ask for something else and I tell her that none of these things are available. She looks at me and says "Well then, at your daughters wedding, I'll have 'your father is no longer available' engraved on her wedding ring" (I don't have any children). So in quick response I say "service to you isn't fucking available, get the fuck out of the store." which for some reason makes the whole place erupt in laughter. People are cheering and buying me drinks.

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Cut to me explaining this to the owner. Get my drinks and food for free. So, now I'm on this bus and the bus almost hits this same woman. The bus screeches to a halt to not hit this woman. She is staring into my soul. The whole exchange feels ominous.

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Cuts to bus letting me off at some house. I go inside this house which I do not recognize. There's something wrong here. It's that fucking woman's house. I'm in the living room. It's dark. The only light is one coming from a narrow hallway to my left, so I head toward it. In the middle of the hallway about halfway down is a refrigerator and mostly take up the width of the hallway. I hear noise behind me. I turn around and it's like a shade version of the woman. Screaming at me about me not being available anymore and also about some of the items she had asked for. Her eyes almost appeared to be voids of darkness with almost like wisps of darkness flooding from them (picture dry ice fog, but like black). She raised her arms and screamed a horrifying scream I have never encountered. I somehow was able to make it around the fridge and deeper into her home. I found myself in another dark room with a lazy boy in it. She's still behind me and I feel the darkness and coldness of her aura around me. It's enveloping me. I'm frozen. There's nothing I can do. I am then forced forward onto the lazy boy and hear a final shriek from her. That shriek woke me up.

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The dream above seems to have 3 distinct parts to it as there are several portions that are cut. Again, I do not recognize any of the people or locations within this dream. Can anyone analyze this and come up with what this could all mean? Thank you all for your time!

it was so fucking awful, i need to get it off my chest. i dont know if it should be taged NSFW but it is very unpleasant

i cant remember how it started, but i was walking somewhere with a group of people. there was an old woman next to me, and suddenly she said to me 'EUGH! WHATS IN YOUR EAR' i was suddenly embarrassed and turned away from the crowd. i put my finger in my ear and i could feel something inside. the old woman shouted again, pointing at me 'THATS NOT EARWAX' i started to panic because everyone was crowding around me and i didnt want them to see.

i was trying to dig it out when suddenly i found i could pull it out. i could feel it sliding out of the passageway inside my ear. i looked at it, to investigate what it was. and i saw a fairly long cylinder of some kind of soft brown substance.

i had just crapped out of my ears infront of quite a lot of people.

let me repeat that, i had just CRAPPED out of my EARS. please try to imagine that for a moment. imagine how it would feel.

it wasnt exactly shit, it was more like fairly dry brown clay. please try to empathise with how i felt. i was standing there holding a log of it in my hand, and i could feel that there was still a lot more of it in my ears.
it didnt smell, or rub off on my hands really, like it said, it was like dryish clay, but it was still so awful. i felt so ashamed.

i didnt know what to do, or how i should react.
i dropped the earwax turd, and began again trying to dig more out. it was coming out easier now, and i found if i sorta 'squeezed' the sinuses inside my head it would help it come out, like when you squeeze your abdominal muscles to push a crap out.

so there i stood, literally shitting out of my ears. using my fingers to help ease it out.

i was pushing out lump after lump; by this point only vaguely aware that there were still people there watching me poo out of my fucking ears. i remember at one point just staring at it in my hands, wondering how this could possibly be happening.

i carried on in this way for some time, until it finally felt like id got most of it out. just a little more. i should note that up until this point all the ear shit was dry and soft, like clay.

i was squeezing my ear muscles as hard as i could when suddenly with a 'pop' the last of it seemed to come out. but it was like a plug had just been removed, and so much more, this time liquid, came out.

i actually remember crying out at this point and falling to my knees. it didnt feel painful before, just so ridiculously embarrassing, but now it actually hurt. it was hot and liquid, something like watery tar in consistency. it burned as it came out, but it was over in just a second and i felt so relieved.

i just sat there panting over the pool of filth which had just erupted from my ears. tears streaming from my eyes, and lots of mucus coming out of my nose.

i gradually became aware of the crowd of people around me again. (i remember the background had subtley changed, as before i was outside waking down a path, now i was stood inside a house at the doorway)
they all looked very concerned, and could see how embarrassed i was and clearly were embarrassed for me. they kinda made some smalltalk trying to downplay the whole thing but i just wanted to fucking die, right then and there.

then a woman from the crowd (different from the old woman at the beginning) who actually looked a lot like a relative of mine (which made it even more weird and unsettling) got down on the floor and started wiping her hair in all the dirt and snot while smiling at me in what i can only presume was supposed to be an act of reassurance.

at this moment, the ridiculousness of the entire situation kinda hit me, and i started thinking 'how could this have happened to me, this makes no sense, this cant be real' and then i woke up.

ive been thinking about this all day. this was so traumatic to go through im not even joking. it was so out of the blue.

i watched that southpark episode where everything starts to sound like shit to kyle about a week ago, and a while back i learned that ' [耳糞](https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E8%80%B3%E7%B3%9E#Japanese) \[ **みみくそ** \] ' (ear-poop) is japanese slang for earwax; so maybe my subconscious combined these into the most horrific experience possible for me, but idk. i hope it isnt some kind of awful premonition.

It starts off with me and a friend going to see this movie based on a book called "Tickle the Wind" (I looked this up when I woke up, but there is no such thing). The book was nearby and the cover of it was various faces in every inanimate object in the scenery. The trees, the house, the clouds, the hills, everything was a face except the wind itself.

Now, when the movie started, I was suddenly IN the movie, and it took place in the theater itself which was strange. This is where it gets weird. There was a little boy sitting across the table from another child, who was being rude and aggressive to the kid. The bigger child moves the smaller kids hand onto the table, picks up a large square slab of glass and slams it down on his hand repeatedly. The glass doesn't break, but when the small child tries to move his hand out of the way on pain, the bigger kid just places it back and slams down on it harder and faster.

This goes on for a really long time. The smaller child screaming in agony while their hand gets slammed with a heavy glass pane. Then, the abused child gets up, blood gushing from the hand profusely. Blood is also somehow leaking from a slit in their throat and their nose and mouth, and then he starts fucking *singing*.

A bloodied and battered child erupts into song as if the beating somehow activated a superpower, and starts waving and flailing around getting blood everywhere as the number continues.

The last thing I remember is looking at the cover of the book, and realizing that hidden and spelled out in the grass on the hills were the words "addition is my problem". Before finally waking up.

I'm not sure what this has to do with tickling, or wind.

30 yo female, ENTP.

I have a recurring dream of pulling a long string of flesh that almost feels like a white tapeworm from my nose that eventually gets stuck on something in my body, then it’s just hanging but I’m afraid to cut it off bc it’s flesh. I’m afraid people will see and there’s no way to put it back or hide it.

Last night I had the dream again. I was at my parents house (I moved across the country ten years ago but hope to move back soon.) They were having a late New Years party for the whole neighborhood and it was popping. I was excited for them and hoping to be a good host.

Then I went into the kitchen and felt the stringy flesh worm thing in my nose again, and started pulling it out right there. Again, it got caught on something inside me and was just hanging from my nose. I thought about asking my dad for advice but instead I went into my room and looked in a mirror and figured out the flesh was actually coming from inside my mouth, the part of the gum with a molar that never finished erupting.
I opened my mouth and started pulling it out directly. The flesh was much thicker now, and contained the rare piece of dried blood. I could see the dried blood staining my dress just a little. I felt relieved to remove it but every time I leaned back to see my face in the mirror, I had a look of absolute terror. That confused me because I thought I was feeling relief. Just like the nose flesh, this thicker flesh eventually stops, stuck on something, and I start panicking about what to do with this giant rope of flesh hanging from my mouth.