What are hazines 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

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.

Not exactly sure how the dream came to be but
I was in a random house with someone that I know and used to talk to like nearly 2 years ago
Then someone it came to us doing the nasty, and in my dream it was really good. But then I said he had to leave and I felt guilty and stuff
Cause irl I have a boyfriend so maybe in my dream I was still with him?
I'm pretty sure it read 10am
But it was still pitch black outside
He went downstairs to leave in a sad slighty angry way, but more disappointed
He didnt know which key it was so for some reason I went down and found the key instantly
To which he left without a work and I closed the door
And theough the door window
Which were blurry
A man appeared pretty sure he had red eyes that I could see the most through the blurry window
And then the guy that I was started telling me to open the door to which I was still locking the door quickly scared
And then bam
A truck zoomed past and I'm pretty sure killed him
I'm lowkey scared atm aaaa
And so then the weird red eyed man looked at me through the glass
And I sprinted upstairs with the keys
Laid down in the bed
And woke up (this was like 10 mins ago)
The second I woke up I felt for keys cause I had my sleep mask on and was confused and scared
Hope someone can tell me what this mean or like just, talk about this weird ass dream

Recently over the past couple months, I've had a dream when I guess the sun(maybe moon) kind of explodes? I've had this dream atleast 3 times, it's always the same type of story? It's starts out either me knowing what's going to happen and trying to tell others or i know what's about to happen and I watch.
Dream 3:
I find out a volcano is about to erupt, I panic trying to convince everyone to leave but everyone says "there's no time" some girl after that had a brain injury and some helicopter came down and only took her. It obviously angered me but then I got distracted by a large boom sound (the volcano has erupted as I'm assuming). We all hid in a hospital,then I wake up in a home, it's night and I can see the volcano has started to erupt. I see the sun(maybe moon but the sky was gray full of ash) and it moves near my home and it was preparing to explode, it make like a black hole with white things circling it. After that the black hole thing moved away from the white lines, and then lowers itself and explodes like a nuke or a bomb,but it didn't affect me. It just scared me to the point I was trying to escape from something, someone,maybe nothing even. After that a giant futuristic robot was taking people who survived and after that kinda of a blur. A part of me feels like the girl is imposter in some way.
(Sorry for that bad english)

I might delete this because I can't be bothered creating an alt, but I have to share this somewhere since I just had this dream.
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Dreamstart-

I was playing videogames (LAN) with some friends. An attractive girl there complimented me for my music choices (don't know the girl) and suddenly out of the blue, I shit myself.

I run into the restroom to clean up, shitting some more, then when't back outside. Immedietly after I get outside, I again start shitting myself.

The dream gets hazy but I remember walking around, with shit in my pants, going up to my father and asking for help. He almost vomited and couldn't stand near me and said something like "Hell no I am not giving you a lift with this smell". I sort of didn't argue with that and just kept running, still shitting my pants.

Then I am in a fancy hotel, and I am knocking on someones door to beg them to use their bathroom. Once I am stepping inside, they notice the smell and I keep saying "Somethings fkt up with my stomach". I get to the bathroom, and its like a glass cage in the corner of the main room, and there where people having a party.

So I am in that glass cage, which has a shower and a toilet, standing under the shower, cleaning, pooping, scooping poop into the toilet. And outside, in the apartment in the main room, where people having a small "party". At first they where disgusted, but shortly after, and for a while they were laughing. I didn't feel ashamed, just frustrated, because I had no control over this. But I was angry.

So angry that at one point, the people in the party got an elderly couple from outside to see what was going on. The old lady goes all the way to the class cage, opens it, all while mockingly laughing. But she steps inside. So in my rage, without thinking I take a scoop of shit from the toilet (which for clooged to the brim with shit) and covered her whole face in it. She was laughing the same the whole time.

Then I wake up.

Can someone help me decypher this? Is this just a random weed dream or is my head telling me something?