What are fingernail dreams about?

I was inside of a cave and there laid a man on a stone pedestal. Then suddenly fingernails, toenails and claws started falling from a light from above, into the man's mouth and he had to swallow them. Then nails started growing inside of him.

The weird thing was that I was two people at the same time the man and an onlooker. I could see him from the onlookers view, but feel his pain.

I'm pretty sure I've dreamed about this a couple times. The shark teeth are small (fingernail-sized) and are under my skin near my thumb joints. I scratched at the skin above them to gain access to them and dug them out of my hand. The wounds don't bleed and it doesn't seem to hurt. I wake up immediately after this dream feeling anxious and breathing heavy. In real life, I don't mind sharks, and I haven't been able to find an interpretation of this online

Last night I dreamt that I lived in an old servant quarters area beside this farmhouse and I was super into this new Hispanic girl that lived in the quarters with us, but she was a little off.

Throughout the dream she became more and more off-putting doing and saying weird stuff that I don’t quite remember, and others kept warning me about her and some that I guess didn’t know what her gig was we’re getting suspicious about her? I dunno.

The climax though was that she, apparently possessed or evil in whatever way, busted into the kitchen of the farmhouse wearing a red and white picnic blanket that was formed to her skin, covering her entire figure from head to toe but going deep inside her mouth to make a weird mouth hole. She started to rake the eyes of a girl in the farmhouse with her fingernails screaming “I can KILL YOU” to me specifically, while everyone in the house (including myself) tried to pull her off of the poor girl. Nobody could. Like she had immeasurable strength and wouldn’t budge an inch no matter how hard we all collectively tried to pull her off. She wouldn’t budge and she kept raking and raking until the girl’s eyes were just deep bloody holes.

Eventually the victim lost her balance or consciousness or whatever, and hit the floor where the woman-shaped picnic blanket just kept raking and screaming and then I woke up.

Soooo anyway the moral of the story is: ya know those times when you wake up and swear to god there’s a gorgeous Mexican picnic blanket demon woman sitting in the chair in the corner of your room just watching you try to go back to sleep? No? Just me? Weird ass night.

Warning: The story here depicts slightly graphic detail about blood

When I was around 4-5, I remember a terrifying dream I had before I knew what ghosts were, or any of the details here. Here’s the dream: I was a guy, running through a cold and dark forest. It seemed to be around 9PM. I couldn’t see where I was running or what i was running from, I just felt this overwhelming feeling of panic and sheer dread. I kept hearing whispering, and rustling nearby but just kept running. I knew that if I didn’t find a place to hide or a way to escape, I would die. Soon, I saw a wooden shed with lights on inside. I pushed myself to run faster and slammed into it. I shut the door as fast as I could and pressed up against it. I noticed gardening tools inside, and vines growing through a broken window. Soon I heard something, a woman’s voice. I just heard singing- and I began seeing flashes of a pale women in a white wedding dress, covered in leaves, vines, and tree roots. I remember the long cuts, scratches, and bruises all over her arms, legs, and neck along with the blood and flesh underneath her fingernails. I remember the dried blood all over her gown. I remember seeing maggots in her wounds. I remember seeing bloody bone under her exposed veins and flesh, no matter how hard I may try to forget. I never saw her face, but I already knew what it looked like. I just knew her eyes would be glazed over, her mouth would be filled with blood, and the precise cuts all around. But just as I saw a long, deep, bloody gash across her stomach, I felt a heavy thump, knocking me down as the door flew off it’s hinges. As I was on the floor, I looked up and... I was awake

I remember the smell of the cold air and pine trees in that forest.

It remember the feeling of breath on my neck and cold air pushing against me.

I remember the taste of blood in my mouth before waking up.

I saw her in my doorway that night.

I’ve never told anyone about this, so I hope some of you may bring some logic to why I dreamt about such a thing so young.

I had a dream where I was playing chess with my sister. Except all my pieces were getting messed up and it wasnt right. My peices were colored black and red and hers were black and white. Her queen piece totally got me in check and it seemed I lost control of where my pieces went. So I sat down and and recooped all my pieces and made sure they were where they were supposed to be and got back into the game and my sister dissapeared.

Next I found myself at a party with lots of people. I felt like they all were cool people but I kinda did my own thing. We got into a hottub and the water was really hot.

I found myself on a passenger train. So after the train stopped, I came across guy named Jack and he put me in restraints I had broken out of. He told me enough was enough. The wind started blowing and I felt kinda aroused and he told me "see? thats not the way it should be, use the hole to wiggle it down" and he brought me to a babies cradle. The wind then rocked the cradle instead. He pretty vividly spoke to me about how I constantly make up for mistakes almost as if that I make them just to make up for it. So instead he blindfolded me and gave me a bag full of junk. Inside was an umbrella, a box of matches, a wooden box, some chapstick, dog food and bird seed, a screw driver, a towel, and a small picket sign and told me to walk in a direction. He said only a fool could take this path. So I kept walking and walking, as I kept going until it got more windy. So I sat down and gave it some thought. "Its bright and sunny, whats the umbrella for? I guess Ill open it up and get some shade. The picket sign doesnt make any sense." I yelled out, "hey Jack! Ive been thinkin while I wait; What do you think of people who play poker?" He replied, "Its really a personal choice, mine is that I would bring much into the building unless I was willing to lose the cash, some people get too deep into it though". I thought; why do people get so deep into gambling? Maybe they dont have much else to do with themselves. So focused on the idea of winning it becomes their reality. I got pretty bored so I grabbed the wooden box and tried to open it. It wouldnt open, didnt seem like there was any way to open it. I shook it and heard a couple things in there jumble around, it was kinda heavy. I felt around it blindly and discovered some screws on one side; must be what the screw driver was for. I felt around carefully for each screw which was difficult and slow going but once I found the screw head I could get the screw out; one by one. Finally I got the lid off. It seemed there were a couple large candles inside. "Of course the matches!" I grabbed the matches and lit the candle. Suddenly I heard a 'pppsshshh' sound which confused me. BLAM! The candle blew up in my face! Fuck it hurt. So I grabbed the towel to clean up my face that got burnt. What a dickhead. "Hey Jack; whats with these candles?!?" -"Ya had it coming ya dip, theyre not candles". I felt around in the box and used my fingernail to try and scrape the wax but it felt solid. What are these giant firecrackers? I felt the wick but it turned out to be a fuse. "Dammit.." I sat there for a little longer not really knowing what to do next, the wind was making my lips really dry but at least the sun was out of my face, so I used some of the chapstick. I was getting pretty hungry but all I had was dog food and bird seed. Im not eating dog food.. I cracked the lid of the can anyways to see if there was anything else inside that could be useful. Nope just some dog food.. I turned around and I heard a coyote barking. "Hey Jack; what the hell is the point of all this?? He didnt answer. All I had left was the picket sign. Pretty fed up I peeked out the blindfold and the sign said 'Egad'. Id had enough! I tore off the blind fold and looked down. There was nothing but air and Jack was standing on the side of a cliff next to a blue roadrunner.