What are forward dreams about?

The first thing I remember is driving a motorcycle, it was a KTM Duke 125 for some reason and I had a passenger. The passenger was a friend which I have recently befriended in real life. We drove past my grandpa’s old workshop when the passenger started leaning forward so far that he pushed me forward as well, and somehow I got flung off the bike and flew forward maybe a hundred meters through the air before hitting a tree.

I then fell on the ground, and I was sure I was dying. Some girls came along and I asked for help, but one kneeled on my chest so I couldn’t breath. I asked her to stop then she became annoyed and left me to die. Then some boys came along, and they sat with me, not saying anything or having any emotion at all while I struggled to call the police.

When they arrived, my mother and grandpa was suddenly there as well. But then I heard someone shout in panic. I looked up, and you won’t believe what I saw.

It was a small VTOL type jet plane which came burning down from the sky. As it was about to crash, it used its VTOL engines to try and fly upwards, but it started flying backwards and up, uncontrollably. It flew into a hangar which doesn’t exist in real life and flew through the roof. Creating a massive explosion and ripping the outer shell of the cockpit off, revealing The Stig from Top Gear as the pilot. The plane then started going down again and headed towards me. The ailerons on the tail fin nearly decapitated me, however the plane was able to start flying upwards again.

And that’s about when I woke up.

Long story short my wife and I decided to explore polyamory. Collectively dated the same woman for a short time before the dynamic shifted (the gf and I had a much stronger bond) the night the gf revealed this to us she mentioned a dream she had:

She was in an underwater city where both androgynous men and women lived.
Her and another woman left the city and ended up on the land but the land dwelling people ended up capturing and killing the woman in front of her.

Originally I assumed it had to do with the gf and her lack of connection with my wife but fast forward a fee months on my return to the area I had a gut awful feeling this weekend my marriage was going to be destroyed (one thing lead to another) and by an ironic turn of events ended up in my wife saying she was done.

This dream was in what I like to call “video game perspective” - where I am watching something happen but also controlling a specific “character” in the dream. Sometimes it can feel like this even in first person perspective, where I am somehow disconnected from being the person, even if I am the person, not watching a screen or using a controller.

So in the dream there was this giant worm creature. It wasn’t really a worm, more wormlike, as in it was oblong and had no limbs and wasn’t reptilian enough to be a snake. First it chased me through a corridor (this was in the perspective of a 2d sidescroller video game) trying to I think eat me or at least somehow kill me and I ran from it and it would smash stuff behind me. Sometimes I was really close to being caught by it but I managed to get ahead. Then I got into a chamber place (it was more in first person now) and it was at the bottom of some stairs. When I would go down the stairs there were smaller worm things that would attack me. I felt like I was struggling with fighting the worms and I thought I was not strong or skilled enough to fight the big worm.

When I am awake and I think about the worm it reminds me most of a Dark Souls boss since it was very strong and big and it was sort of eldritch horror-like. Through the whole dream I was scared of the worm and I felt like I was not strong enough to fight it but I was progressing forward anyways. I also was fighting it in some sort of ruin, like ruined stonework everywhere and stuff. The closest I can describe the ruin as is maybe the Arbiter’s Grounds dungeon from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, but not as dark.

I also had this dream last week. F/40s

Dream I am going to America for a holiday. I have only packed my duffle bag and only a handful of items.
I'm at the airport. I arrive very early. A lot of the dream is set in a big airport lounge. I really enjoy wandering around feeling like I am alone and enjoying it and looking forward to the trip.

As I go down the escalator, a volunteer old man wants to look at my ticket for ages and explain stuff to me I am impatient and barely hold back from rolling my eyes.

Now I have my two sons with me.
They have also each packed a bag. But I haven't checked them so I think they will have forgotten things.

I'm really early, but it's not until I am about to depart that I realise I don't really have enough stuff.
Luckily I have my US dollars packed- a stack of it. I think maybe I'll be able to buy what I need when I get there.
I see an empty hidden compartment in my handbag and think that would be to hold a passport. [It didn't occur to me in my dream that there is no passport in there, but when I woke up I thought this was an interesting detail.]
I realise this will be more of a family trip, no chance of a getaway alone.

An older woman and young boy asks me if they can leave the airport to visit the Great Sandy Hills.
I say, 'No there is a 6 ft fence, you can't leave the airport area.' They are disappointed, they had hoped to see some sights while they were here. But really they are just in transit, they shouldn't expect to be able to get out. I think, 'how stupid they are to think they'll be let out, how ridiculous!'

I watch a tv news clip of covid lockdown about new rules about extreme punishment if someone accidentally infects someone because they go out. The footage shows someone locked into their completely sealed off apartment basically and workers are pumping air through tiny pipes in the window; definitely not enough air. I say, 's*** just got real' and am saddened at their loss of freedoms.

Overall feeling of sadness.

A couple of years ago, I had a dreamt about a guy a bit taller than me, roughly 400lbs, super nerdy, with curly blond hair and glasses. We were at our wedding ceremony, and when it was my moment to say I do, I left him at the altar.

Flash forward a year after having the dream, I met a man with the exact same description and the same name as the man in the dream. We dated for a few months, but he was a total POS, so I left him.