What are hill dreams about?

Some event I can't remember has made me feel strange. So I met with a large panel of scientists who proposed theories why feel different. The anesthesiologist proposed an anesthesia made me strange. The biologist proposed an animal made me feel strange. We decided to see if the biologist was right so we went out in search of the animal in an army of large tonka trucks. Each truck had 3 seats. In the driver's seat of my truck was the biologist, and in the middle seat was my friend. As we were driving down a highway that sloped down a big hill that overlooked a large city I said, "I love the lower 48" (even though I don't live there). Then the biologist flashed her highbeams on the city and it reflected off large skyscrapers. She then said, "I like to flash my lights on cities". Because she was flashing her lights she got distracted and we drove off the road into a ravine. Mid-air, right before we crashed, I said "We're done". Then we died, but for some reason I was still alive in the ravine. All of the other trucks began to fall into the ravine too, but they turned into large rocks as they fell. They slowly entombed me. After I was buried underneath all the rocks I yelled, "HELP!". I woke up yelling "HEL-" but I cut myself off to stay quiet since it was in the middle of the night.

**If someone could give some kind of analysis that'd be great. There are some symbols of meaning to me:**

* The tonka truck was my favorite toy from childhood.

* I dream of living in the lower 48 like colorado or some desert town, and the town in my dream seemed to be located in the desert.

* I'm currently trying to decide what field to enter in college, biology is one.

I dreamt that my husband and I were getting married again, we were both wearing white and everyone we've ever had a relationship with was there, parents, grandparents, friends, etc. (This is a common dream of mine)

I saw someone on a hill top, a person who deeply wronged me and my husband and pointed out to my husband "Look who has the audacity to show up" My husband saw him and proceeded to get upset.

I lost sight of (the person we do not like) and I got scared and ran into the woods. This is where the dream gets weird because it suddenly got incredibly vivid. I even remarked to myself "Wow, this is a vivid dream."

In the forest there were a bunch of doors, each door opened to another forest. Some were bright and colorful, some were dark and grey. I closed the doors that lead to grey forest and kept going through doors that lead to other vibrate forest.

Eventually I opened a door to a great tree that stood taller than I could see. It's trunk it self was sort of a doorway, a portal to another world. My husband was there waiting at the foot of the tree. "We have to go in together, at the same time."

I asked if "everyone" was there and ready. I only saw the two of us. We agreed everyone was there and jumped inside the tree.

I looked back, not with my eyes but with my mind and saw someone standing at the foot of the tree. I couldn't see their body only a masculine energy, a boy or a man, maybe? I told my husband "We forgot ****??"

My husband looked back with his mind as well and we both saw this person jump through but they were much further behind us. Then I woke up.

Thoughts?

So it was about 4 or 5AM and I was dreaming
Setting: Minecraft hills biome that I dug into and made a base out of inside and outside
Cast:
Old man Jenkins
Me
Mr Krabs ( comes up in the story in the beginning)
So I was at my.base and a creeper blew up I rebuild what the creeper exploded and went back to (mining I think) and cue Mr Krabs calling me (probably)
Mr Krabs "Hi me boy I need you to convince to Old Man Jenkins that he is not real argaagagagagsgagajahhah"
*click
(Visible confusion) this is on land BTW
I spot Old Man Jenkins and pull out a lead (le/ed/) then I try taking him to a birch or spruce boat and he gets off and yells at me
(Again this is a dream) I then talk back Old Man Jenkins doesn't like that
I start trying to convince him that he is the oldest in his family and that he isn't real it works (somehow) and the dream ends
Now I wanna know if Mr Krabs would pay me lol
Thanks for reading
Aaaaaaaand
Bye

27, male, gay, kind of lost since my break up 1 1/2 years ago, struggling with mh issues which makes everthing more difficult. I used to be very easygoing, and extroverted and now I ask myself:"Where did all that go?" - I really don't know.

Last night I had a dream that took place in a snowy landscape. It looked like Siberia in soviet times, that was the vibe I was getting. Outside was nothing but a few hills and a forest nearby all covered in snow. I also remember that there were some objects buried under the snow, like rusty playground structures, a swing, a roundabout and a car wreck. there was a blocky concrete building. Not a house, it was open to the sides, it was a station with one platform and a single railroad. My memory is very blurred, unfortunately it's very hard for me to recall the stuff I dream, but here is what I do remember: I wasn't alone, I was with a group of people. I don’t think I knew them, they were dressed very warm but real worn out shmattes. They have been waiting there forever trying to get on the transportation vehicle which was pulling in there infrequently and at random times. To be allowed in one of the few two-seated vitreous gondolas which were pulled by some sort of a railroad engine (it looked sci-fi-ish and dystopian) was very hard. Not only one would have to be there in line the second when it arrived (which could be suddenly out of the blue after months or even years of absence), your name also has to be on a list, the conductor would check before letting anyone in. To get a seat seemed to be a very intransparent and complicated process. The riff raff, who didn’t appear very sophisticated, and after camping there for so long got savaged a bit, followed me everywhere I went, as if they hoped that I could figure something out. No it gets cryptic. I started exploring the area while the people told me about their situation there. I went in a car wreck, where a living sow was. I started milking it. I was a bit repulsed, why I can’t really tell, (maybe it’s a jewish thing). In real life I probably wouldn’t have a problem with it, however in the dream I found the watery milk I got out of that swine kind of disgusting. With a bucket full of sow-milk I got to the platform, where I waited for the monorail. When it arrived I showed the conductor the milk, and this seemed to be an accepted currency for the purchase of a ticket or something. He allowed me in, I took my seat and off it went through the snowy mountains leaving this strange sight.

What could that all mean? Is there a something known about the symbolic of milking a sow?

For some context, I’m a teenage female, and this nightmare or night terror has happened since I was 4 up until two years ago when I saw the man in the nightmare, after I had the nightmare that night in my bffs house in Illinois. I haven’t had the nightmare since then, but I had it last night. I felt like throwing up after I had woke up, showered and got dressed.

I had my usual nightmare from a long time ago, and it was all normal. I was in a old lime green Cadillac with a oakwood dashboard, in the back left seat, with people who aren’t my family but are in my dream. A little boy sat next to me, he had pale skin, dark hair but the lightest blue in his eyes, and a sweater to match the hue of his eyes. The driver in front of me, was a man with broad shoulders, and a white sweater covering them. I couldn’t see anymore of his features from my seat but the woman in the top right was gorgeous. She sat with good Posture, her pink dress hugging her curves, as long with her sweater on top. As the car drove up the dirt road on a hill, I see the man in black (his face is covered but I saw his face the last time I had this nightmare at my bffs house in Illinois but then saw him at the cafe the day after, but with a little girl with him.) then it crashes.

But here’s where things get off.

I get out of the car crash like normal, the people that were in the car are no where to be seen, like normal. Then I turn to my right, to see the man in all black. But when I see the man, instead of starting to turning to my left and running downhill, I stand still. I stand still but firm in the ground. I, still staring at where his face would be, see him walk towards me. He walks with a slow, steady pace. Each foot touching the dirt, making a print. Soon, he is standing in front of me, with two feet of space between us. I can now see his face from underneath his hood he wore, and the wind blew. The wind had never blown in the nightmare before, but the wind hit his face, and he had no reaction.

He then focuses on my eyes, and starts to speak. His face emotionless but the words being said as a warning, I can’t remember what he said yet, but I’ll try and remember it.

If anyone could have the slightest idea to what some of this means, please say anything. Even if you think it may not help, I’ll take what I can get.