What are face dreams about?

In this dream people kept referring to me as "Lucifer." As in the devil. But instead of seeing me as a devil, they saw me as their angel. It's as if a religion was formed around me. One day in the dream, I decided I want to travel. It's been a while since I traveled anywhere so I decided I wanted to visit the countryside. Two people came with me, again they still refer to me as Lucifer. At this point I got used to it, but I'm still mildly annoyed by it. We reach the country side, it was just fields and fields of wheat, the warmth of the sun was pleasant, and the cool breeze made the wheat dance. (not literally)

Then I saw this boy. He was short, had white hair, and he was wearing a cloak. He was crying on the side of the road. I didn't just want to leave a random crying person on the side of the road, so I approached them. And when he saw me, his face lit up and he asked "Are you Lucifer?" Seeing the fact that the title Lucifer being given to me made people happy, I decided that I'd embrace the title. I told the boy that I am indeed Lucifer. And he became so happy that he hugged me. I went back to my two followers along with the boy. We stayed and enjoyed the countryside. And the dream ended abruptly.

The other night my seven year old son came into my bed around 1am saying he had a bad dream. Naturally I asked what it was about. He said in his dream he woke up and a guy in a suit and hat *but he couldn’t see his face* was sitting at the end of his bed and whispered “Dont tell anyone” my first reaction not even thinking, half asleep, jokingly was “Well why did you tell me?? Now he’s gonna be after me too” ......... didn’t turn out as funny as I thought...... where now he’s been in my bed every night since.

Last night, I hade the longest dream ever. It went on for 10 years and I remember faces, names, details of a full 10 year life. I felt a personal connection with each person and sometimes still think they are real for a minute. Here is my story

The dream started with me being about 16 years old. I was halfway through the school year and had mostly B’s with the occasional A.

Within about 1 month, i met a girl named Abby and we hit it off right away. I was 16 so obviously it was probably gonna lead to nothing, but I was young and dumb. At that same time, maybe 2 weeks after we met, my dad had a stroke.

It caused huge problems, with him losing his job because half of his body (the right half) was disabled. He couldn’t properly talk but could form the words in his brain.

I had to quit high school to work at a local gas station and had to work for a man named Jack, who was very nice to me at work and understood my situation.

This is already 7 months after my dream started, and I’m becoming 17. Abby turned 17 about a month before me, so we were both 17. On my birthday, I couldn’t do much because we were living paycheck to paycheck.

The rest of the months until 1 month or so before I turned 18 where very uneventful, but I do remember dates and trips to stuff as mundane as Taco Bell for some days.

A little before I turned 18, a surgeon found out how to cure people who have suffered from strokes, by doing something with the nerves. We obviously came to the doctor right away, but had to pay a hefty fine (about 8k) for the surgery. We saved up money until I was 18, and had to take a loan from a bank.

We finally were able to do the surgery and it went mostly successful. He still had a speech impediment, but he could now walk with both legs and speak mostly normally.

2 months after, I proposed to Abby and she said yes. We planned to have our wedding when we were both 19 as we were still struggling financially. I lived with my parents until I got married to support the family. Eventually at 19 we got married and, while it was a small wedding, it was amazing.

Today I still remember the wedding and feel, weirdly pain that it was all fake.

I can go on with the story, but it’s 7 more years after this. I might finish writing out the story tomorrow. Thank you for reading my pretty long dream

I had the awful dream a few weeks ago. I was sleeping and dreaming and in my dream I found myself in a long dark hall, I did not recognise it. There were doors at the side and there seemed to be people questioning people in all these rooms, it seemed very serious. I then awoke but I didn't open my eyes, or I did have them open but maybe my room was pitch black, anyways. I could distinctly hear my bed creaking. I was lying on my stomach with half my lef off my bed (ahhh I know....forbidden :0) But it was fking scary, I was paralysed, actually paralysed. no matter how hard I tried I could not move (this is all irl) All of a sudden a really loud flapping sound appears. It sounded like a massive bird was flapping its wing right infront of my face and I couldn't open my eyes to see it or reach out and touch it and I was so frightend. I physically felt the wings touch my face and when I could finally move everything was completely silent. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. Has anyone else experienced paralysation, sounds, and feeling touched???

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being pulled in a certain direction. I followed the pull for what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.