What are hazel eye dreams about?

I am hesitant to say this was a nightmare, but it definitely had some intense imagery, and I woke up feeling very unsettled. Hoping you guys might have some insight.

I dreamed that I was riding in the passenger seat of a car that was being driven by a friend, Jay. At some point we became lost. As we continued driving, a news bulletin about a man, a trucker, who had gone missing was playing through the car's speakers. As we fumbled with he GPS, wondering how we had gotten so lost, we found ourselves off-road, driving into a large field that was surrounded by forrest. As we drove further into the field, the radio broadcaster explained that the trucker had just been found dead in a field, describing our exact setting as the location where the body was found. Immediately after hearing the radio update, we passed by a number of police officers seeming to examine what I thought to be a campsite near a large truck. My friend exclaimed that we were at the location described over the radio and that he had seen the body as we passed. I had seen the police officers but did not see a body.

After we passed, we stopped in the field, wanting to turn around and return in the direction from which we came. We discussed that it must be look suspicious for us to have happened to be in this remote location so near to a potential crime seen. We decided we would have to pass by the police officers again to proceed with our journey. At some point around this time, I realized my friend was to some extent undressed from the waist down and possibly aroused--this was of little to no interest to me.

As we approached the area where the police officers worked, a snow leopard with huge, piercing, icy-blue eyes stepped out of the trees. The snow leopard stared at me, making eye contact, looking ferocious but not entirely threatening. When the leopard appeared the setting turned cold and snowy. The leopard was incredibly near to the car as we passed it. At the point where we were nearest to the snow leopard, it growled a bit and slightly swiped in our direction with one paw, as if to say "continue on," but not to indicate that it wanted to attack us. My friend responded to the snow leopard by saying something the affect of "Okay, calm down" as we continued driving.

I was still unconvinced that the trucker's body was there as we approached the police and the campsite area. My friend said "look, he's right there!" As I turned my head, I saw the police officers in a circle, huddled over what seemed to be the man's legs, pants and shoes, on the ground. Then suddenly I realized the dead man's body from the waist up was leaned against a tree, seemingly in the spot where he had been sitting when he died. He was as near to the car as the snow leopard was. He was shirtless, although it was snowy and cold. Though his body was seemingly severed, there was no aspect of gore whatsoever. The dead man's face was frozen in a look of terror, eyes wide open with his head turned toward where the leopard stood. I was shocked to see that his eyes, huge and piercing blue, were exactly the same as the snow leopard's.

Then, I woke up.

Some background: I'm 28, cis male, gay, live in a large city. I work full-time in an office job for a very large corporation. I recently went back to school and am nearly finished with my degree. I have always tested as having an INTJ personality type. I am definitely an introvert, but am still pretty social. I have hazel eyes.

Because he lives in a different part of the country, I have not seen my friend Jay in almost two years. We catch up whenever we are in each other's cities, but don't talk very often. Jay and I have always had a casual friendship. A few years back we rented a house for a week in Palm Springs along with another friend. Our relationship has never been anything other than platonic. There was a period of time, years ago, in which I thought Jay might have some interest in me. I did not reciprocate those feelings, but nothing ever came of it, there was never an issue. Jay has brown eyes.

I grew up in a rural town. In my adult life, I haven't had a close relationship with my family--approaching a decade since I last saw any of them. I used to have negative feelings about the situation with my family, but I have peace about it now after some therapy--not something that I think about often at this point. Even when I was a child my grandfather and I were never close. He was a truck driver for many years, yet I did not have any sense that the dead man had anything to do with him.

In my dream a had a forewarning about people experiencing this scenario where they are just taken to this place and tormented (for long periods of time by some woman) and if they didn’t do as they were told or retaliated they would end up in jail. (It was two girls who were Olympian’s in training and something bad had happened. Everyone at the academy they were at were at risk of not being able to compete at the olympics (something about a song??))

I then began to dream I was at “home” with my family and I knew my mum was home. For some reason I kept falling asleep and waking up in the same room not being able to move my head but I could stand. All I could see was the edge of a walnut bed frame with white bedding on top that included a duvet and pillow. This happened multiple times until eventually I was able to move my head and walk around. Again I would wake up in the same room instead this time I would open doors that were leading me around in a circle usually to one random room. And I was searching for my mum desperately even screamed for her at one point. The last time I reawoke to walk around through random doors I was led to this red sliding door with a green bordering I opened it up to this room that had a cat(which was grey and stripey with hazel eyes) black chair, burgundy walls and brown fluffy carpet. I knew this cat was demonic in nature and about to torture me. The word medicine was also carved onto the floor. I tried another door and was led to the room again. I then tried closing the sliding door but the gap was too big so I pulled the walls closer together to keep the cat out but it pushed through and forced me into the room. I knew it was there to torment me and I began floating around the room. I said something about the fish attacking the cat?

I then woke up in a panic with a stiff neck and headache as I didn’t want to find out what was going to happen next

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I also posted this to another community, but figured I could get more help understanding this here. This is the best image I could find.. but last night I had an interesting dream. I was standing in my porch doorway, it was pitch black outside, with only a small amount of light near the doorway. As I stood there, I started to hear loud snarling and growling. I was looking around until I saw a large, brown/red wolf appear from the shadows, snarling and growling. She was huge, she looked like the wolf in the photo, except she hard dark, hazel eyes and was a solid color. She kept approaching, growling, there was a few times where she barked and I don't know how to describe it- it looked like her face looked more humanlike the few times she barked. I hid by the door as she got closer, but then I stopped hiding, I wasn't scared. She got closer still growling, until she reached me, and she stopped. She just stood there, I didn't feel any fear. What could this mean?

This happened 2 months ago but it's still amazingly vivid. She was not what I would normally consider my dream girl (pun inteneded) and yet there she was.

I was going through a major depressive episode at the time. At first realizing it was a dream bummed me out, however the feeling of being THAT in love nearly single handedly brought me out of it. even if it was all fake.

I was living at my grandparents house in rural arkansas as I did a lot throughout my teenage years. However that where the familiarity with the setting ended.

I spent the early part of the day working on my motorcycle (I dont own a motorcycle lol) I was having some problems with the engine(after waking up I realised it was the spark plug). but despite these problem I was intent on riding it. I geared up and set off on a cruise.

After what was both simultaneously hours and seconds I broke down on the side of the road, with a dead phone. A helmeted biker drives up to me and says their brother is a mechanic and can help me out. I accept their offer and they tow me to their house while I ride on the back of their motercycle(how you tow a bike with a bike is a mystery to me).

It was at this point I realised the biker was female while holding onto her. She was wearing biker leathers and a helmet so at first so I hadn't noticed.

She takes me up a nearby "mountain" that I had assumed was miles away but we somehow got there in a few minutes of curvy roads. I meet her brother he takes the bike to the garage and says it will be ready tomorrow. This is when she finally removes her helmet.

She was middle eastern, with soft chestnut brown hair that reached her lower back. Her face is the only thing that is a little blurry but I remember her eyes were a shade of hazel eyes that seemed to both reflect and capture the sun.

Her body was tall and lean, im a little over 6'0 but she was close to my height. About 5'10 if I had to guess. While she was certainly lean she wasn't scrawny. Her hips still found a way to curve into a way that made it near impossible to resist placing my hands. At first glance she looked frail and yet She had am impressive array of muscles. Like a track and field athlete.I wouldn't really describe her as sexy or hot. She was magnetic, elegant, like some kind of desert royalty.

All that to say she was attractive. But love isn't born from the outside. Her personality was amazing. She was tomboyish in nature. Often covered in oil from her bike or cuts from exploring the mountains. And yet she didn't sacrifice all of her femininity. And my god was she funny. Is it narcissistic to laugh in a dream. That's just me laughing at my own jokes. But I digress. We were a good match

I can't remember why but I ended up living with her for a few months. We spent a lot of time working on bikes and cars together. Watching movies in her living room. Playing outside. Until eventually it became a romantic relationship. We went on motercycle rides, picnics, and all sorts of dates.

I was so happy that I cant even describe it without feeling like my chest will explode.

We were in the middle of talking, cuddling on the couch just enjoying eachothers company when my alarm went off.

After coming to my senses I felt a heartbreak so real that saying it was a dream doesn't seem possible.

I've never been in any relationship that's worth mentioning. I've never been in love. I'm not sure how close that was to the real thing but I lm very happy and grateful to have experiences even this faux love.

In my dream I was playing some VR game with avatars and stuff. I met some guy with an anime avatar from someone I kinda lowkey simp for. This guy knew everything about the anime and had the same interests as me. We eventually decided to meet in real life with the other VR players in the game so we did.

When we met, he had glasses and brown hair. And Hazel eyes. We blushed at eachother and we were both in love but neither of us wanted to admit it. The friend group I met with all shared their social media and contact info. I knew it was a dream but I didn't tell them. As I was about to wake up he showed me his contact info (I forgot). He showed me his name and how to write it.

His name is Siro