What are healing dreams about?

deep breath... oooookay. here we go....

general topic: dream about ex-girlfriend

i had a very vivid and real feeling dream. i was at a wedding, very very fancy wedding. i hate weddings, and i avoid them at all costs. but this was a very elegant affair at a resort of some sort. white tie. bentleys, rolls royces, first class on the titanic type shit, etc. i don't normally associate myself with that type of crowd, or weddings at all, but there i was.

the bride and groom were never named or even seen. i never saw a ceremony, the dream started at the post ceremony reception. it was day and i was chatting with faceless people that were friends in my dream but basically NPC's because i didn't know them IRL.

suddenly, my ex-girlfriend appeared with a group of friends and it was one of those situations where we look at eachother and it's "oh, you're here too? you know the bride and groom too? happy coincidence!"

she was beautiful. she had her hair up in an intricate way. she was wearing a beautiful long sequined gown that changed from grey to blue.

i don't even remember the conversation after that but it i remember how it felt. and it felt fulfilling. it was was a catching up. it was an airing of regrets and apologies (both of us apologizing to each other). it was sort of a settling. a closure.

then my dad's cousin (the only other recognizable person in this dream, which is weird because i haven't seen her in over a decade but she did comment on a fb post of mine recently) invited us to her house for an after party. we agreed and went together.

at the after party, we immediately found a secluded room and just spent the night talking. i don't know what we talked about. this wasn't a sex dream. all clothes stayed on. we just talked. and it was relieving. it felt cathartic and good.

eventually she mentioned that she was tired and needed a back rub. so i obliged. her dress stayed on but it was one of those thin strappy things with no back.

i started on her neck and shoulders and moved down to her waist. as i went lower i noticed wounds. some fresh and oozing, some scarred and healed. almost like whip marks, or tears in the skin. i asked about them and she just said that it's not something to worry about but me massaging them made them feel better. the sun started to rise in the window of the room we were in.

and then i woke up. what does this mean?

I was trapped in an industrial labyrinth with only a pistol. It was barely visible with the only ambient light coming from holes in the roof of the warehouse. I was chased by these disgustingly fat sausage shaped monsters frantically dragging and waddling themselves towards me with these frail and disproportionately small arms.

Their skin was a discolored gray with dozens of brown and green spots as if it were badly molding bread. The monsters’ skin stretched so tightly around their bodies that their rib cages bulged through despite their obese figure. The bottom portion of their faces were split open and dangled loosely like raw steak.

I tried shooting the monsters but that only seemed to make them angrier. Dropping the gun I ran, stumbling clumsily over stray pipes and occasionally my own feet. I cried, begged and screamed for help but my cries were drowned out by the cold darkness of the labyrinth and the guttural and bubbling growling coming from the wall of flesh nipping at my heals.

A burning vibration, what I believe to be dream pain, radiated throughout my foot into my calf as I collapsed to floor. I looked back to see half of my leg submerged in its gaping and fleshy maw, it’s cold and indifferent eyes locked with mine. I clawed at the grimy linoleum flooring as the monster dragged me deeper and deeper into its mouth.

I could feel my skin rip, the pop of ligaments being tore from bone and the crushing of said bone. I could feel my breath get lighter and and hear my screams grow fainter as it’s tongue crushed down on my rib cage. The shrinking of ambient light coming from the labyrinth being the last thing I saw as it’s mouth closed shut.

The darkness of its insides melted with an unknown ambient light and I found myself back at the beginning of the labyrinth again, eyes desperately trying to fix themselves to the darkness around me, the monsters directly in front of me.
This scenario looped more than 5 times with me dying every time until I finally woke up.

In the dream, I was naked, covered in vines, and sitting in a bathtub in the middle of a forest. 🛀 🌲 It was damp and cool weather, with a slight Misty atmosphere. There was a lot of people standing around mindlessly. Nobody I knew. My stomach began aching and a small bump formed in my abdomen. I suddenly gave birth to a white crystal ball in the little bit of water I was sitting in. The Crystal ball looked like it was made up of a bright, white, milky liquid, and it had the silhouette of a black dragon moving along the surface of it. Just continuously swirling along the surface of the crystal. 🐉 I stared at it in disbelieve that it came out of me and then one of the people took it and sat on the mossy wet ground with it. everyone began slowly gathering closer to surround it and were just staring at it silently. I think it was doing something to the people with its bright glowing white light. It felt almost healing. But then I woke up 😳 Halp! This dream felt really significant for some reason, but I just feel confused about the whole thing.

i had a dream that i was making out with myself like it was pov not third person and i just saw myself. i’m not gonna lie it was fucking epic and i looked so hot. what does it mean though?!? am i in love with myself? is it a sign that my self esteem is healing? so confused

Last night I had an a death dream. A bunch of us were hiding from these spirits who would choose someone to kill/take. In a room that almost looked like an old corner classroom or government office from the 1950s, there were a group of us women. We felt and heard the presence of the spirits coming from the corner of the building towards the windows. Some hid in cupboards. I and two others hid lying flat by the windows under the curtains. I looked up and saw their fingers reaching for me. I was whom they wanted. I was terrified but felt little physically or energetically. They propped me up off the ground in the middle of the room to butcher me infront of the others. The spirits were shabby with long grey hair in locks, their clothes almost seemed to blend in with their hair. I couldn’t see any faces. Their fingers were long and sharp and they kept saying something I couldn’t understand. I was crying and told them I had never gravely harmed anyone and that all I’ve wanted to do in life was to help others and respect life. They didn’t seem to care. I asked if my heart was really wicked. They continued. Once they were done I was in the ground again. I had the group of other women surrounding me. One stated clearly that I wasn’t dead but was healing which meant I wasn’t the right choice and that they would be back to claim the rightful person for death. I ended up having to guide the next person, a male, to his death which was in a back entrance stairwell near the window I was originally taken from. Also, one of the women was able to sense them coming from her right foot🤷🏻‍♀️ what the heck did this all mean ?