What are general color dreams about?

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too

I had a dream within a dream, a dream where there was a rainbow, and some kids had entered into the rainbow, while other kids stayed. When I had awakened –while still yet dreaming– my mom was telling me about her dream of seeing a rainbow, which suddenly made me remember my own dream that I had. I told her the dream, I told her that above the rainbow, there seem to be a dark overcast of clouds in the sky, but just below the clouds (yet still floating in the sky) was a Kaaba, and below the Kaaba was the rainbow. Me and my mom had an argument of sorts about the dream I had, I told her the rainbow consisted of many colors, like yellow, green, and orange; and the kids–who were muslim–would enter each colors. Some kids went forward into the rainbow, while other kids stayed standing there. Me and her were discussing the Kaaba in the sky and why it was there (I think the Kaaba was abducting the kids who entered the rainbow) I think it was part of the end times, as though the kids who entered the rainbow were getting raptured. Yet (since me and her are both Christian) why wasn't it all Christian imagery, why was the dream showing muslim content? I think that's what we were puzzled about. Yet there, the dream had about ended.

I've had this dream all my life. It's always without color, no color at all, not necessarily even black and white, no color. I can't really explain the shapes, it used to look kinda like sound waves, now it's just random confusingly shapeless objects. Something overwhelmingly and impossibly big, would touch something overwhelmingly and impossibly small. Like a pin touching a finger. But the finger is so big that my brain can't handle it, and the pin is so small that I can't handle it either, it's hard to explain. Lately I've been seeing it while I'm awake. I've seen it awake before, but it's been happening way more lately. I don't see it like you'd normally see something like a color or a shape physically in front of you. I see it, like, in the back of my eyes. It overlaps my vision. When I close my eyes it gets worse. It never used to be a much of a problem, it'd just be confusing. I'd always feel disturbed by it, and scared during the dream, I felt too overwhelmed. It wasn't and isn't a feeling I can easily describe other than... overwhelming. It's like my brain is trying and failing to comprehend it because the contrast between huge and tiny is so vast. My mind is being opened to the point where my brain can't stretch any further, but yet it keeps stretching to the point where it's impossible to comprehend. What is this??

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being pulled in a certain direction. I followed the pull for what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.

I had a very weird vivid dream about random stuff but what I remember the most is seeing a friend of mine crying like someone was hurting her, I went and I started defending her by yelling and insulting that person, we had a physical altercation in the dream where I felt at some point that he over powered me, then he started vomiting, and his puke was weird like he was vomiting different colors on a table. I literally just held his head with a lot of anger behind and I started rubbing and cleaning up his vomit with his own face.