What are faking dreams about?

So, I’ve recently I’d recently met this boy, he was my parents, friends kid. He was quiet and all, one night I had this wonderful dream where he grabbed my waist and we had some fun, he was so perfect he was almost fake. And then a couple days later he invited me to go hangout with him and his brother and his friends. It was really cool, then the next day he asks me out on a date. Now I never knew that my dream would come true but like I just through that was so weird.

Just had a dream I was walking on the street in my hometown and everything around me suddenly disappeared. I got into space. I saw all the stars and constellations. And this huge, celestial, supernatural creature made purely out from stars appeared right in front of my face. I could see it all in its greatness.

It spoke to me. Said it is the God himself and everything around is fake, a simulation. It showed me how it could make the Moon disappear and reappear, just as if it were a hologram. It showed me an earth and everything around us is just an illusion. Then it put me back on earth and showed me how nothing really exists.

Everything disappeared again, and again I see this, the huge celestial creature made purely out from the stars, looking straight into my eyes, asking me - I am the God. Come with me. Succumb to me. Leave this pathetic illusion. Do you believe me?

Everything looked so real and all I was thinking about now is to leave that dream and come back to reality.

Now the weirdest stuff happens. The celestial, supernatural creature changes its form. I see images of Jesus Chris and the holy cross showing up in front of me, rotating, sorrounding and moving around me everywhere, telling me he's the God himself.

I said I don't believe you and to leave me alone and the dream ended.

Was it the real God, was he trying to tell me something important, or was it just a fiction of my brain, an imagination ?

Could it be everything is an illusion and he was trying to show me something?

What are your thoughts? Please discuss!

I dreamt that i was in a casual hangout and this person i hated (she died last year) suddenly arrived. I asked her "Arent you supposed to be dead?" and she explained that she faked her death. I spent the rest of the dream telling her she was not welcome, to leave and wishing she was really dead.

The odd part is that she died about a year ago and i havent spoken or heard about her in months. I dont understand this sudden dream.

Alright so I had a pretty insane nightmare which I won't go into detail about but the nightmare contained a scene where I found my smartphone lying on the floor with a shattered screen. I woke up, did my morning routine and eventually grabbed my phone and it took me some minutes to realize that I actually had a few cracks on the bottom right of my smartphone. Now the creepy thing is they weren't there when I went to sleep and I put my phone in a different room at night (For the first time exactly before that night) What in the actual fuck? Also, a lot of other extremely weird shit is happening to me lately that is creeping me out. For example, one morning I found a fucking syringe (not opened) lying on the floor in my room and no I am not a heroin junkie lol. I'm starting to think real life is a dream lol. Am I perhaps starting to sleepwalk or something? The thing is that I lock the door to my room at night, and it is locked when I wake up, so i would have to unlock and open the door AND close and lock the door again while sleep walking. But even then, no fucking idea from where I got a goddamn syringe. Lol what is going on. And yeah I know this shit sounds so fake but i swear to god and on the life of my own mother that I'm not making this shit up.

This happened 2 months ago but it's still amazingly vivid. She was not what I would normally consider my dream girl (pun inteneded) and yet there she was.

I was going through a major depressive episode at the time. At first realizing it was a dream bummed me out, however the feeling of being THAT in love nearly single handedly brought me out of it. even if it was all fake.

I was living at my grandparents house in rural arkansas as I did a lot throughout my teenage years. However that where the familiarity with the setting ended.

I spent the early part of the day working on my motorcycle (I dont own a motorcycle lol) I was having some problems with the engine(after waking up I realised it was the spark plug). but despite these problem I was intent on riding it. I geared up and set off on a cruise.

After what was both simultaneously hours and seconds I broke down on the side of the road, with a dead phone. A helmeted biker drives up to me and says their brother is a mechanic and can help me out. I accept their offer and they tow me to their house while I ride on the back of their motercycle(how you tow a bike with a bike is a mystery to me).

It was at this point I realised the biker was female while holding onto her. She was wearing biker leathers and a helmet so at first so I hadn't noticed.

She takes me up a nearby "mountain" that I had assumed was miles away but we somehow got there in a few minutes of curvy roads. I meet her brother he takes the bike to the garage and says it will be ready tomorrow. This is when she finally removes her helmet.

She was middle eastern, with soft chestnut brown hair that reached her lower back. Her face is the only thing that is a little blurry but I remember her eyes were a shade of hazel eyes that seemed to both reflect and capture the sun.

Her body was tall and lean, im a little over 6'0 but she was close to my height. About 5'10 if I had to guess. While she was certainly lean she wasn't scrawny. Her hips still found a way to curve into a way that made it near impossible to resist placing my hands. At first glance she looked frail and yet She had am impressive array of muscles. Like a track and field athlete.I wouldn't really describe her as sexy or hot. She was magnetic, elegant, like some kind of desert royalty.

All that to say she was attractive. But love isn't born from the outside. Her personality was amazing. She was tomboyish in nature. Often covered in oil from her bike or cuts from exploring the mountains. And yet she didn't sacrifice all of her femininity. And my god was she funny. Is it narcissistic to laugh in a dream. That's just me laughing at my own jokes. But I digress. We were a good match

I can't remember why but I ended up living with her for a few months. We spent a lot of time working on bikes and cars together. Watching movies in her living room. Playing outside. Until eventually it became a romantic relationship. We went on motercycle rides, picnics, and all sorts of dates.

I was so happy that I cant even describe it without feeling like my chest will explode.

We were in the middle of talking, cuddling on the couch just enjoying eachothers company when my alarm went off.

After coming to my senses I felt a heartbreak so real that saying it was a dream doesn't seem possible.

I've never been in any relationship that's worth mentioning. I've never been in love. I'm not sure how close that was to the real thing but I lm very happy and grateful to have experiences even this faux love.