What are fog dreams about?

There I was, taken away from the world I belong to, me and my dog, to one where I was introduced to the horrors of universe domination.

I faintly remember familiar faces but they didn’t stick with me. In soft shades of lilac and orange, a white fog makes everything disappear.
In this dark house, sitting on its wooden floor, we are being watch by the strict eyes of a military force. Their leader stands out among them, a tall strong woman, visibly more refined by her confident stance and her perfect makeup which would’ve been inappropriate in such circumstances if it were anyone else wearing it. I remember her perfectly styled blond pixie cut, she was her own image of perfection and intended on seeing the multiverse at her feet, remodeled to her vision of an ideal society.

I held onto my dog as if my life depended on it, because it did. The world around me was disappearing, the trees, the grass, the sea infused with roses, it would all soon be gone. I walked up to a window, the fog had done its work, I saw a mansion of red bricks I have never seen before, in front of it was a forest of perfectly lined trees, a kind I have never seen before. Birch trees with blood red stripes like cuts on tortured prisoners. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was meant to be. Only straight lines, only one way, no choice to be made, no freedom. I knew my homeworld was next.

I ran outside, I screamed in pain. A scream from the deepest corners of my being, I saw myself and heard myself, my scream was deafening.

But there was something I didn’t expect would happen. As I stepped back in the house, a soldier took matter in his own hands. Quite literally for he grabbed his leader and threw her to the ground. I hugged my dog and covered my eyes but I knew what was happening. I heard hits on the wooden floor, the leader’s head being slammed to the ground until she wouldn’t even have a spasm.

Such violence, I started crying. I cried and cried until I woke up.

I seriously dreamt all that. I ooened the fromt door of my house amd a white horse was just starring at me at night in the fog in my driveway [motion light on]. Told my parents to come see but the horse ran away before they could.

I Saw a friend in my dream i hadn't seen in a while, had a business meeting were I secretly got kicked off the board. Had a member of the board lie and commit fraud.

I was in a lawless world, a virtual reality but a real city. I was naked walking around public areas, having anal sex with hot girls, getting chased by people wanting to kill me. Shot in the head. Everytime i died i came back to REAL life. But was begging to go back into VR.
A girl came out of ger italy like apartment and said " mister my door is unlocked and my baby is in the house, what are you waiting for "? . As in go kill it. I declined, as i walked around the corner a man was picking the lucky ones to take an elevator to the top of a skyscraper. People were jumping off one by one into shoe 1000s of shoeboxs but ultimately dieing still.

I was on the 50th floor of a building and it had a showcase like the apple section at bestbuy but with future electronic gadgets like paper then ipads and pieces of gum that were tracking devices you can stick on things.

I was chased by an angry mob and killed. A board members car blew up by people planning it on her.

The reason in really writing this is because of the white horse. I looked it up and read negative and positive things. Dont believe in spirits, superstitions, paranormal. But im very surprised about dreaming the white horse.

Yesterday I had a weird dream about being inside an old European-style room with abstract portraits all over the room (I can't remember much, but there's a melting cliff and and a man who decapitated himself with a spoon). There's a small statue of a ballerina in the glassbox. There are also windows, but there's nothing outside, just some kind of grayish fog. A broken phonograph keeps playing "Mr Sandman" on loop, more and more distorted through each time, and it's the only thing I'm sure about. And I'm sitting on a broken chair, naked.
The strangest part is that I'm writing "und wir haben ihn getett" in my right hand multiple times, and I don't know why I can. It means "and we killed him" (according to google translate), and it's in some kind of Nietzche philosophical book. I don't know a single German word (except "nein"), I have neither read nor heard of that book before, I haven't seen any kind of movie with that kind of setting (I just like regular comedy or action stuffs). It's completely unrelated to my actual life, as if someone else's dream. How is it possible, and how am I able to know a language I never learned?

Had a dream tonight about my toddler. Someone kept telling me “she’s being called to the water” over and over again. I look up and see her running off towards a small lake Surrounded by fog.. so I reach out and grab her hand to pull her back to me, woke up to actually holding my daughter’s leg, saving her from falling head first onto the floor.

It’s just before 6am where I live and I’m shook. Cannot go back to sleep. Fuzzy now in the details, but the horrors are stuck with me.

I’m on a plane with my dad, a stranger, and her young daughter maybe about 4. The pilot is having trouble landing. Outside the world is colored like an 80s vaperwave video with jagged mountains and swirling fog. The woman is behind me, holding her child up to the window when the plane takes a deep dip and the window flies open. The little girl is essentially ripped apart while the woman screams, clinging to bloody bits of her kid while the rest is carried out of the plane. Just gore.

Fast forward a little bit of anxious flying around, woman wailing in the background, and we manage to land. We’re in my parents’ house. The woman and pilot have left somehow, it’s fuzzy. There’s another kid here now (maybe the same kid?) and it’s just me, her, and dad. Dad is in good spirits.

He tells me that he’s moving out of the house, implying that he and my mother are divorcing. This initially surprises me but in my dream state I kind of just roll with it, telling myself that it must’ve slipped my mind. Dad asks me if I’ll go shopping for new home decor with him, which I took as a sweet gesture. I tell him of course I will.

He has to go to his car for something, and he’s still joking about his terrible decorating skills as he swings open the front door. Intense panic when I see two armed men standing right outside; they immediately raise their guns to point at dad and I. I don’t think I’ve ever been more afraid in my life. I think I want to scream but can only gasp “oh my god,” and move in front of the little girl who is still here for some reason. The men let themselves in through the open door. One has some kind of long gun and the other is carrying a pistol.

“One of you needs to go get all of the jewelry right now,” long gun guy says. Dad scrambles up the stairs, practically on all fours, the men keep their weapons on me and the kid. “Keep your hands where I can see them. Is anyone else here?”

I shake my head furiously. I want to cry, I’m so scared. Dad returns from upstairs and approaches them. Before I realize what’s happened he’s pulled out a pistol and has it against long arms guys head. Pistol guy quickly shoots my dad in the skull and he collapses on the floor. Last thing I remember before I wake up is the blood trickling down his face. He is most certainly dead.

This is the scariest part - I’m half awake now and I realize that I’ve just had a nightmare. My eyes crack open. In a daze, I think I see a shadow from behind me on the wall before me, shifting out of the light. At the same time I hear the unmistakable sound of a sliding glass door closing. Panic again - there’s someone in my house. It takes a moment for me to remember where I am, and that I don’t have a sliding glass door here. Still, I’m completely paralyzed with fear for another minute.

Finally managed to pull myself out of bed and went around checking all my locks. Now I’m scared to go back to sleep. It’s moments like these that I wish I didn’t live alone. I’m having a drink at dawn today.