What are greeting dreams about?

Last night I (20y.M) had a dream about my ex, someone who i just cant let go of no matter how much time passes by.

It started with me hanging out with my brother and some friends in a large apartment complex when i find a party going on in one of them. I alone enter and as i turn around i notice that all of my buds had vanished. Turning back around to the door, a girl greets me, looks about my age, although i have never seen her before. She welcomes me inside and tells me its an orgy party celebrating a certain someones 21st birthday. This had me in shock and i didnt know how to respond before this girl took my hand and began leading further into the apartment, which had now expanded into the size of your average middle class house. Going into the living room it was revealed the person whom was throwing the party was my ex, who claimed "the guest of honor had arrived." All around the room were countless girls, who were all of similar age, wearing skimpy dresses or hardly nothing at all; all of them doing something erotic or teasing.

I was confused, then she told me i could have my way with any of the girls in the room except for her, but then something in me clicked... i refused. I told her the one person i would do anything with *was* her, so... she offered a deal: "if you can satisfy every girl in this room and still have enough energy, then i will participate." I accepted then prepared myself for the mob approaching me, each one with a hungry expression on their faces.
Almost embarrassingly frightened, i began, one after one after one. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. After a while i thought to myself i had to have gone through over a dozen girls but the mob just wont thin and my ex just appears further each time; and with each time, my stamina depletes, but my resolve does not.

I continue to try until i black out and i awake irl with a very empty feeling in my chest.

I was stood under the sweltering heat of the sun, feeling it reflect off the golden sand beneath my feet. I was atop a sand dune with a red clay coloured mountain range to my left, but my destination was a mile ahead.

I descended the sand dune and began my crossing. Half way through the crossing I came upon a beastly creature. Perhaps half scorpion, half cockroach, only it was the size of a large car. It was sand coloured to help it blend in with its surroundings. Acid dripped from the corners of its vicious, deadly mouth. A true predator.

I paused, not knowing what to do. It noticed me. The beastly insect turned slowly and eyed me up. It began to glide towards me, it's multiple gangly legs moving in unison. It turned out I had had an axe with me the entire time, so I held my weapon and prepared myself for a scrap.

The creature stopped ten feet away. It reared its head upwards, paused briefly, and then spat a gallon of poisonous acid at me. I reacted quickly, rolling to the right. The acid missed me only by inches. I picked myself up and charged to its flank, closing the ground between us. One step, two step. Halfway there. Three step. The creature reared its ugly head once more. Four step and I was there. The beast tried to turn it's long body around to meet me, but it wasn't fast enough. I swung my axe, delivering a swift uppercut of razor sharp carbon steel. I breathed for the first time, I realised, in 30 seconds. After a brief pause to get my breath back, I carried on with my journey.

As I was nearing my destination, I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me, getting louder. My head darted to over my shoulder. Wolves. A pack of them, on my tail. I burst into a sprint. The wolves were a lot more nimble at navigating the rocks and sand of the arid landscape than I. They were gaining on me.

I stumbled around the corner of a mountain, the change of direction throwing off my balance slightly, to find my destination greeting me. A small, nondescript white building, perhaps in a traditional Spanish stucco style. I leaped through the doorway, quickly slamming the door shut behind me, before collapsing against it. A slight smirk crept across my face. Safety.

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Had this dream last night. I quickly jotted it down in the morning. I tried to be as accurate to the dream as possible while painting a better picture of its atmosphere rather than just sharing what happened. What do you think? How was my writing?

I had a dream the other night that I just cannot get out of my head.

I was a nun in a convent. I think it was somewhere in a non-English speaking country in Europe. I knew what was said during the course of the dream but reflecting on it now, it was all nonsense. The dream started (or at least what I remember) with me making my way through hallways greeting other nuns. I waited at the top of a set of stairs until there were no others around, at which point I went down to the catacombs under the convent. The catacombs were dimly lit with candles giving the stone walls a flickering yellow glow. In a room off the main passageway was an bare alter and Lucifer standing in the corner of the room. I was not at all startled by his presence or scared, infact I think I was looking for him. And it was definitely Lucifer in the sense that he was beautiful and angel like, rather than the monsterous red devil with horns and hooves. Lucifer and I had rather frenzied sex. At some point we ripped off one another’s skin and were just bloody muscle, tendons and bones copulating. I woke up at this point however this dream has not left me.

Possibly important;
I’m female, married with children and not at all religious.

I dream that I was going to a new college. It was kind of a redneck campus if I remember correctly so my bi ass already felt quite unwelcome. I lived on campus and all of the buildings that the classes were in were located way far away from the dorm rooms. We had to hike a mile through the woods and the mud in order to get to campus. I was hiking to what I think was the student center on a dreary, disgusting, chilly overcast day and was covered in mud by the time I got there.

There was a big party in the student center I was trying to get to. Somehow no one there looked as disheveled as I did even though they all walked too. Everyone looked all nice and fancy and then there's me - cold, sweaty, wet frizzy hair from the rain, grass stained jeans and mud-caked boots. I was very self conscious.

Then this black guy who was apparently pretty popular on campus showed up in a shiny bright purple tux with a fog machine. He greeted everyone and was even friendly to me, the guy who looked so dirty and had tracked in mud. Then he stood on top of some kind of weird podium thing in the center of the room and turned on the radio while waving to everyone.

People were dancing and I was feeling a little overwhelmed when the crowd started parting abruptly. I turned around and there's some guy walking a fucking timberwolf on a leash. The wolf walks right up to me, sniffs at me and starts growling and baring it's teeth. But just when I think it's about to lunge at me the wolf turns to ashes.

Interpretations, pleas3?

Back in September I was hooking up with a guy for a month before he just randomly blocked my number. During this month we were hooking up while he was in the middle of a divorce and he told me he really liked me and had feelings for me and i told him the same thing because we weren’t just hooking up we were also seeing where it goes. Things ended after he blocked my number and went back to his wife so he could be present in his child’s life because his wife was using his kid against him. He was also miserable in his marriage but anyway recently I had dream about him. It went like this

I was at work sitting on my stool i always sit on and I was talking to a coworker but I had my eyes closed and I hear a customer come in. I open my eyes to greet them and then I see the dude I was hooking up with on the other side of the counter and he looked so depressed. I stood up fast because I was shocked and confused and I stared at him for a minute or two then the dream went black and ended.

I’m so confused but the dream because I haven’t spoken to the guy since October 14th and I haven’t seen him since except one day at Walmart while he was out with his kid and wife a few days before Christmas and he looked miserable but I went the other way before he could see me because well that would be awkward then then last week I saw his truck at his moms daycare on my way to work or morning because I practically live next door to his moms daycare and that was it. What could this dream mean?