What are Greece dreams about?

**I've just woken up to a very weird but beautiful dream.Goes like this is was in my house but it wasn't in this time period (possibly ancient Rome or Greece).i decided to murder someone i put a bounty on his head. Do not remember why and as a punishment i was going to be executed i then ran out of my house and all of a sudden there was a flood and i could hear a woman's voice. It seemed to me that she was controlling this flood fast forward she put her pitchfork straight through my skull and i was slowly dying i remember thinking about some major religions Islam and Christianity and about the angel of death etc.I thought i was going to go to hell and started to cry however an old Indian lady came and put me on a boat and we started to travel very fast until we enter the after life.When i arrived i saw people laughing and playing it was so calm that i started to think everyone should just die and come along.This old lady told me to go eat some cactus's i think it was peyote(but the buttons were orange) and she took me to meet her daughter she was a 10 so hot u wouldn't believe it i then.started talking to her friends.While i was at this place a beautiful harp was playing a tune in the background i managed to remember how it went and i am trying to copy it.I was waiting for the peyote to hit but i was then woken up.**

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So basically it was Halloween and i decided to have a haunted house at my house. And I had like four friends with me. But I wasn’t guiding the tour. This man who looked to be in his late forties but seemed mentally much older was. He had pure white hair and grey eyes. my gramma (whom I live with) revealed that our house actually *was/is* haunted and it had all these crawl spaces, that led to tunnels under our house (or a house very similar). And as we traveled, we’d have to fall through like trap doors to get places but we never got hurt. But it got darker as we went. It wasn’t scary though, but my gramma was still sitting on her bed, in the Normal house but she seemed very scared.

At one point we went through this crawl space that started in my living room and opened up in our bathroom. And another time there was this crawl space that couldn’t be more than 7 inches high and I had to slither on my stomach through it. I told the man I couldn’t and he said “yes you can just try.” And I went in and basically did what cats do (like slide on their stomach) and fit through fine. When I got to the other side it was a big room with more tunnels. We kept going through more and more tunnels. Eventually after going through sooo many tunnels, the dude led us to this office, that had adobe walls and marble floors. We were all VERY confused at this point. Then the dude put a velvet bag over his head and literally went “poof” with his mouth, and we all popped out of our bodies, and he was invisible. But here’s the catch, we all looked like more cartoony versions of lore Olympus characters, kinda like if you combined teen titans go and lore Olympus. He said “do you know why you’re all here?” And we said no. And he went poof again, but he had skin so pale it looked blueish, and I think white hair, but his eyes were very different. I can’t describe it properly. And he looked me dead in my eyes and smiled. Then I woke up.

Some details- the tunnels were made of stone and wood at first but gradually began to look like they were made out of that Adobe/stone material that Ancient Greek buildings were made out of. My house is VERY old and has an unfinished basement made out of chipped stone, but there’s no crawl spaces in it (that we know of)

Something weird that I just learned is that people who worshiped Hades in ancient Greece would often go eat a somewhat big meal, take their version of a psychedelic, and then travel into volcanic tunnels dedicated to hades. Mind you, the sulfur in them was a deadly level but they’d almost always come out alive.

Also this (https://imgur.com/a/DsQcmPK) is the bag that was in my dream (except it was bigger and shinier in the dream) my gramma got it the day of the dream, and I’ve never seen it before. Pretty odd

What are y’all thoughts on this? What could it mean?

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So I've had this partially lucid dream several times with different variations but here we go.

Last night I had this dream about the church I live across the road from, it starts off in Thessaloniki (a city in Greece I've been to before) where I'm staying in a hotel at midnight. I leave the empty hotel and head down this empty main Street which I walk for what feels like hours, I meet a vendor who offers me a extravagant great sword its hilt in golden and wrapped with fine leather and the blade is wreathed in gold thread with the name Peter going down its centre.

I thank vendor person and keep going before arriving at the church, it's clearly the same church but blown way out of proportion I can't put into words just how huge it was.

As I enter I always scratch my hand on a wooden nail before making my way into the main room, its in a bad state of disrepair, its damp, humid and cold and smells as such with the wood rotting, tiles cracked and tapestries bleached white by the sun I assume. The stained glass windows are shattered or altered to depict images I won't go into and beneath said windows is an alter, I always go to the alter and find a book open which I can't tell you what it said. Literally I can never remember.

As I stand there reading the book, the church is illuminated by lime green light and faceless version of people I know swarm towards me, I raise my sword to defend myself before the dream ends.

Now for variations:

1. Doesn't always start in Thessaloniki, often I'm at my house, in Athens, the island of Kefalonia or I'm already at the church.

2. Different item and the vendor isn't always there, upon forcing myself back to sleep after last night I had the same dream again but I picked up a broken spear instead of a sword, I've also had a crucifix, a normal cross, a star of David, a book (Bible, Hebrew Bible, Quran) and various different weapons.

3. I can sometimes force the dream to restart after waking up, though it rarely works and doesn't always variate.

Just hoping anyone could give me any insight on what it possibly means but also just wanted to share.

For some context, I lived in Athens, Greece for about 8 months. I saw the language and heard people speaking it every day, but I went to an American college there and only learned the basics of the language. I never learned the words 'kako' or 'mati'.

After doing some more research I recognized a picture of these little blue glass jewelry pieces that I saw very often while living there. I remember hearing that it was supposed to keep bad luck away, but never knew what it was called.

What is weirding me out is that my brain somehow figured out what these words meant subconsciously...and then sent a message of it to me on a zoomed in treasure box coin.

I've been trying to figure out what it could mean.

Not sure if it's important but I've been having deja vu almost every day as well the past couple of weeks which is very unusual for me.

Sorry this is so long but this dream was insanely vivid and I thought it would be worth sharing.

The dream begins with me sitting down in a movie theater looking at a screen, and as soon as the movie starts my perception puts me inside the movie, and at times of panic inside of the girl.

A young girl is traveling around Europe by herself and finds a small town in Greece to stay in for a few days. A lady tells her about a remote island that she could get to by boat, it’s small but the beaches are gorgeous and peaceful. The girl likes the idea and heads to the dock, and with a few other people on board they’re off to the island. The man driving the boat tells them that the last boat back to the mainland leaves at sundown and that nobody actually lives on the island so if you miss the boat you’ll be stuck there.

Once they arrive the girl ventures off and finds a private stretch of beach to relax on. She falls asleep and is woken up by the tide splashing her, and she quickly realizes the sun is about to set. She runs back to the dock but nobody is there, so she tries to remain calm and find shelter for the night. The next day she waits for a boat to arrive, but as the hours pass she realizes nobody is coming. She starts to panic a little but figures one will come tomorrow, so she tries to forage for some food and finds nothing. She gives up and falls asleep, and the next day she realizes that once again there are no boats coming. She snaps and runs to the beach, running in and out of the water looking for fish to eat, laughing, screaming, crying, having a full on meltdown. The sun is going down and she collapses, sobbing with her face in the sand.

She eventually falls asleep on the beach, and once again is awoken by the tide splashing her face. She opens her eyes and sees the sun going down, meaning she had been asleep all day. She jumps up and runs back to the dock, and to her relief there was one boat left about to take off. She screams for help, and an older lady comes over to help. The girl falls into her arms and sobs while the lady walks her over to the boat. As she tries to get onto the boat she stumbles and falls to the floor.

Now my perception is me back in the theater, and the next shot is her looking at her hands submerged in a few inches of dirty water on a metal floor. The girl looks up and realizes she is inside a large rusted metal tank. She looks around sees the sky above her, but the walls of the tank are at least 15 ft tall. There are two windows on each side containing a thick clear yellow liquid. Towards the top there’s another window with a skull hanging behind it, it was a human skull with two large deformed horns growing out of the cheekbones.

Terrified, she starts banging on the walls and screaming for help. Suddenly the windows open and the yellow liquid starts pouring in rapidly. She’s screaming as the skin on her hands turn red, her hair begins to grow and fall out the same time, and her face slowly shifts into some mutated human demonoid creature. She bangs and screams until a door opens in front of her and she falls out onto the streets of the mainland town. She slowly pulls herself up and sees a couple staring at her in shock. She starts to run to them for help but the couple run away in terror. She continues down the street begging anyone she saw for help, reaching out for a helping hand only to be met with horrified confusion. She collapses in the street and starts wailing when a man in a blood red doctor’s coat and face mask comes up from behind her and knocks her out.

It’s pure black and all you can hear is the sound of gentle waves. She slowly opens her eyes, wipes the sand and water off of her face and stares out at the sunset. She starts to cry as the camera pans out to reveal that she is still trapped on the island. The credits start rolling and my dream pretty much ends there.