What are fire dreams about?

So I had the weirdest dream last night. I was texting a friend of mine and we were sending memes to each other and I guess I mentioned the Vatican for some reason. When I sent that message about the Vatican, an unknown number jumped into our conversation and said something in an unknown language “[i forgot how this word was spelled] dos Vatican?”
I knew somehow this was translated into “Who is Vatican?”
When I read it I was almost immediately teleported onto a surface of water, yet I am able to stand on it. There was a building in front of me and on the roof was a group of seven or five people with dark red robes on. I couldn’t see their faces as they also had hoods. They stood around a fire. I am not sure what happened afterwards.

Last night, I’m pretty sure I had the saddest dream ever.
It was about a badger I had found digging holes in the ground. I went over to get a closer look, but I was spotted. Much to my surprise, he ran over to me, maybe knowing I intended no harm. He let me rub his belly and pet him, and he was so cute. We played around for hours, until the sun got dark, and he started leading me towards a small hut that was lit up. There was an old man outside the hut cutting wood, he paid us no mind. The badger then ran over to man, and nuzzling up against his leg. He appeared to be sad. The man did nothing, he just stood there, and continued his steady rhythm of chopping wood. After a few seconds he stopped. I could see him
Slowly turn towards me. He stared at me, smiled, and slowly faded away, along with most of the hut. The badger came back, and stood on its hind legs next to me, looking at the remainder of the hut. It was dark now, but I could make out what appeared to be at least part of what was previously a hut. The hut was black, and there were signs of a fire everywhere. The badger ran out to the middle of the rubble and began digging, revealing a rotten corpse of what I assume was the old man. It was not fresh, but had not rotted so bad to be more than a few weeks old. The badger found the mans hand, and licked it, a gesture of sorrow and longing. The badger then also looked at me. And vanished.
As I saw the poor badger vanish, it felt like I was physically hurt. Somewhere deep in my heart, a hole had sprouted open. I knew that I could never see that funny playful badger again. He had brought me to the hut to show me a true tragedy, he and his owner had been caught in a house fire and died.
Suddenly, I realized that I was also fading, and could myself become more and more transparent. When I next opened my eyes, all I saw was my bedroom. But my poor friend the badger, was not forgotten.

There is a music festival going on in my front yard. I am with my girlfriend and an ex-friend, who we treat as if she was still our friend. We are walking down the street and decide to go into my neighbor's house and spend the night there. There is only one room open, as if it were a motel. There is nothing in there except a large bed and TV placed in a cabinet. The three of us drop off our bags and go back outside to the festival. It is small, but enjoyable. I spot a group of 20-something year olds under a white tent. They are lounging without a care, surrounded by racks of water balloons. My girlfriend tells me to get a water balloon, so I go up to them. I ask and a woman agrees. She takes one off, then pops it into a large fancy bowl and hands it to me saying, "This is called Dragon Fire Bowl." A guy with her warns her, "Are you sure? Even a drop of that could-" Then he cuts off. The liquid is orange like pop. She encourages me to try some. It tastes amazing! I am addicted to it. I go back to my friends and we retire to the little room. I realized all too late that I finished the drink without sharing.

From here on, the dream cuts like scenes in a movie. It is night. Now I am in my real house watching a concert from my window. It is extravagant, with dancers and bright lights. Suddenly the people who gave me the drink appear in the next room. One of them asks, "Are you feeling ok?"

My dream cuts again. I am back in the small room, but no one is in there. I stand in the corner with blurry vision and a sick feeling. I figure I am just drunk, nothing to worry about. I realize it is really late at night. My brother and a couple of his friends bust in the room, loud, and probably drunk themselves. I mumble something about the drink and Nick is concerned I was poisoned. I assure him it was just pop. They leave and I vomit in my corner.

Next scene, I am still in the same room sitting on the bed with my grandfather. He came to fix the TV. He put on my favorite show, *Supernatural*. We tune in right as an angel is murdering a demon. My grandfather mentions how gruesome the show is. I don't think it's too bad. Suddenly my view becomes more entranced with the show until it is all I see. My view is on the dead demon, who is oozing pink blood from his neck. My sight is like a camera, panning back up to the angel's face. I am the angel. (If you care, the song "Academy Award" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing to set the eerie mood). I can tell I am older than I am in real life, maybe late twenties or early thirties. My hair was cut short and I am wearing nice clothing. With the blade in my hand, I ascend up the stairs. The mansion I am now in was under construction. Sheets hung over a grand window on the stair landing, but a bright white light was breaking through.

I make it to the stop of the long stairway. It is dark here and tinted with a blue filter. I enter a room. A grey pitbull is standing before me, guarding a cradle. The dog growls at me and I realize I am a threat. I move forward without fear and the dog whimpers away. I place my hand on the cradle railing and look down at the baby boy, but from my view I never actually saw the child. I raise my hand with the blade. The dog growls again. I snap my fingers and it rushed out of the room. Before I stab, my side vibrates. It is my phone. I check it and see my girlfriend texted me, "I thought we were going to go to therapy today."

I break from my murderous trance, dropping the blade and holding my spinning head. I realize that was my girlfriend's father downstairs I just killed and that is my son in the cradle. My mind is consumed with darkness, I realize how evil I am. My life is over. How could I do that to my girlfriend?! I seriously think all of this is real. I blink as hard as I can and wake up in a cold sweat.

What does all of that mean? I had this dream a while back, but it has stuck with me as clear as day.

This has never happened to me before and its kind of freaking me out. Im wondering if anyone else has experienced this before because nobody in my circles that I asked ever had.

This is the dream:

This was a few nights ago and im still fucked about it.

I was at my childhood home, my parents were really old and frail (75/80’s, they’re actually in their 40’s irl) I felt like i was 24/25 (Im 19). The tv was on and I was cleaning not paying attention when the tv had a really loud alarm. The news guy said that america has fallen and showed huge street fights with fire everywhere and people getting shot and falling by the hundreds. The same dude came back on with another alert and said that the outsider countries that were waiting to attack have just declared war too. The phone rang and I watched my younger brother (18) answer it and hang up. I couldn’t hear him or anything else. He didnt say anything but him and my other brother (17) went upstairs, got a bag and left the house. I knew they got drafted to fight and I knew they didnt say anything bc they weren’t going to come back. My dad got up and hobbled to the door and said he had to protect the family, but I knew he didn’t want to go. He was doing it out of duty, and everyone knew he was too old he would die for certain. My mom was crying and so was my little sister (9) and so was I. Then there was another emergency alarm on the tv to immediately get underground and put something between your teeth and bite down, North Korea was coming. I got my family to go the basement and I was coming behind them, still upstairs when I looked out the window and saw a blinding white light growing and I knew I was going to die right then and I had this huge feeling that I had let it get to that point. It was MY fault that it did.
The light became everything and then it became all dark and my eyes adjusted to see that I was in a moving hallway of sorts. It in space, made out of space, and I could see outside of the area but I was confined to the inside. It was like a black space snake and I was inside riding it like a train. Some of the space scales of the snake worked as doors and I could go into points of time in the future/past, of my life which was a tiny section of it overall and in general too. I looked inside one room but I didn’t go in. It was just trees in a swamp. I opened this other door that had a vibe™️ to it and instantly I was met with this warm yellow glowing light that filled the entire room (which had no walls, it was just the light) and it had the MOST loving feeling ever. It felt like the ultimate motherly warm love ever and I could just melt into it and be happy and safe forever and I was about to step in when the light shifted and formed the face of a lady. The lady opened her eyes and looked directly dead in my eyes and without opening her mouth or anything she said loud and clear: Speak. The sound was in my body and everywhere at the same time.

And then I woke up. And I remained fucked up because I’ve never died in a dream and continued dreaming ever before.

Also my interpretation of the dream was: i have to speak on what ive been meaning and KNOW i need to speak on in order to not let bad things happen. Im trying to write a book and Ive been too scared to start.

So I think i'm not the only that has a dream and it happens irl and I had many of them and mostly included only me or my family but recently I had a dream about natural disasters and it freaked me out when I saw the fires in Australia. The thing is I could fly all over the world and I could see disasters all over Earth, I flew to Europe and saw floods, thunderstorms , then to Australia and saw fires everywhere, I think it was South America and saw tornados everywhere it was really loud and then went to a small island because I was scared and there was a group of people taking shelter and some guy asked me where I'm from so I told him and wanted to fly away but I couldn't and suddenly a huge tsunami hit us and I woke up. I mean.. it could mean anything but I think it was worth sharing with you guys.. the sight on all those disasters was really scary I might add.