What are hobbit dreams about?

I had a brief yet extremely vivid nightmare last night. I was watching a movie with some people I’ve never seen before in real life, but somehow knew in the dream that they were my relatives/extended family. The movie was a surreal version of The Hobbit. The best way I can describe it is that it had the quality of Peter Jackson’s version, yet was told in the same way as that weird one from the 60s: through still images being moved around rather than any real sort of animation.

We’d got up to a scene in which Bilbo was lost in Mirkwood and was having these hallucinations of giant spiders attacking him. A male narrator (who was a stand in for Tolkien) was describing how horrific these visions were, while the music became more and more intense, as did the imagery. Bilbo put his hands over his face and screamed “GANDALF!” and that was when the most disturbing part happened.

The screen of the TV glitched as if someone had hacked it, yet the movie’s audio continued playing as the visuals changed. We were all suddenly greeted by an eerie romantic-era painting of an angel flying. He had four wings and a fiery halo. As the image zoomed in, the angel’s head began glitching and pixelating until it turned into the head of a devil. The skin on his face was reddened and burned, almost like it had been cooked in some way. His eyes were golden and reptilian, two fiery horns had replied the halo and a smile that said “I’m going to kill you and you deserve it” was written all over his face.

Then there was a power cut, so the TV turned off, and everyone in the room began crying (it should be noted that a lot of little kids were there). I remember someone holding me in a comforting way as I just lay there trembling. Until I awoke. But here’s the thing; maybe I’m being paranoid, but I think this nightmare was a kind of foreshadowing of what’s going to happen to me in the afterlife.

For some additional context, the night before I had this nightmare, I’d recently watched that Lil Nas X video that’s got everyone up in arms (you know the one I mean) and I found myself thinking “fuck, I wish that were me”, not because I’d genuinely want to be in a sexual situation with a demon, it was just a fantasy and I was horny at the time. Well, I had that nightmare afterwards.

And now I’m paranoid that it means I might have got myself into a bit of hot water in the afterlife. I’d never actually sign my soul away or anything like that and I think if I legit encountered the devil I’d be utterly repulsed by him. Is it possible one can go to hell for having this kind of kink?

Dreamt I was an amorphous substance floating around Laketown from the Hobbit, my only purpose to observe people’s lives invisibly and occasionally interact with and befriend children, animals, and people who had stayed children inside while growing up into adults. Needless to say I was disappointedly woken up in a physical body....

The setting of my dream was I was a member of a TV show crew. We were working in a remote location and my part of the crew was at a Air BNB on a river. As the dream progresses we notice there is a steady stream of boats going acrossed the river and becoming land vehicles and heading further into the island. My existence in the group begun as very minimal and was often looked down on and criticized.

The dream takes a turn when during one of the nights a member of the crew decides he is going to swim acrossed to see where these boats are going because they go to this island and do not return. He goes acrossed the island and I am the only one who follows him to see what happens. The island is a very different place. It was very dark and gothic looking. All the sudden I catch up to the person who crossed the river and he is standing infront of what looks like a house from a hobbit in LOTR. Suddenly a deer appears like he was using camouflage from predator and stabs its antler through the guys chest. As I am watching this the deer looks at me and disappears. The door then opens about 15 secodns later and what appeared to be what I imagine a angel of death looks like walks out. It takes a moment looking at the body and then stops and looks directly at me. Nothing is said or done and then death grabs the body by its foot and drags it into the house and closes the door.

I am then fast forwarded in the dream to work the next day and people do not know what happened to the guy and for some reason I do not tell anyone what I saw the night before. The shoot runs long and it becomes dark outside and as I am walking to the bathroom I look out the window and I see death waiting in the street. I pause for a moment and carry on. I am now going to the bathroom and my vision goes black and then I pop into consciousness to what seems to be someone else. I am outside walking around and suddenly death shows up and toys with me then kills me. I then seemingly wake up on the bathroom floor like I was passed out.

I walk out of the bathroom and people are looking for the person who disappeared (the person I was who was killed) and I do not say anything. They then proceed to give me the persons job to do which gains me more power and favor.

This type of events carry on for a bit with different people where I become their perspective and I am killed and then in my real body something positive happens. There are times where I see death in life with my real body and no words are said. It is a confusing relationship. I am terrified but it also feels familiar.

After someone dies I then wake up in real life.

I knew where I was but I never had to go outside. It was located in a landlocked part of Florida in the sticks(rural area). My parents who are now divorced for the last ten years are together and they are selling their tower home. It was made of mahogany. It was set to be moved and sold. The floors of the tower came apart like some type of LEGO set(best way I can describe it). That means you can only use the first floor and you could see to the top(at Least 7 floors high) It was shaped like a cone. The furniture and all the pieces for the house lined the walls in a straight line across the walls/ceilings. That’s just the way the movers did it. I supposed it to keep it intact while moving it to a new location. The tower was being sold and was able to be transported to where you wanted. My grandma was there and she said the house will be sold for 1500$, but I wasn’t sure. Even my dream logic couldn’t believe that. Anyway I was there with one of my best friends who had enough money of it cost 1500. So I said lets look around the first floor. The first was a wide open space of dark wood flooring, but there was some rooms that interconnected. We went to go check them out. They were nicely designed. Reminded me of the layout of the hobbit holes from LoTR. Just comfortable and nicely planned out. Then we went back to the main room and a grow man was with us. I am 25, but I mean like late 30’s. He looks like the comedian Chris Delia, but something was off. He said he had to get his guitar back. I then look up and see a catwalk with a room that has a neon sign above it. It had like a guitar and simple layout design in it. But the only way to access the catwalk is to climb a curved wall. Like the ones you find at the end of American Ninja but massive. Anway we run up the wall, we almost don’t make it but the side of the wall has railing so I could pull myself while holding on, but it wasn’t easy. Sections of the wall were as smooth as a bowling alley. Anyway we made it to the top. I don’t really remember what happens, but I assume the guy gets his guitar back. Everyone ends up in a living room.( mom, dad, grandma, my best friend, the guy, and me) I tell my friend to buy the tower for 1500. My grandma who is a rude person irl say no it 157000$ in a snarky way, which is still pretty cheap for a tower, but I say that it is falling part(which it was) and not worth that. My parents/grandma get mad at me and there is tension. The guy who I some how knew had enough money to buy it started speaking. My dad said something quick witted to him. The guys express changes and he starts speaking even faster and with more gusto. I couldn’t understand it, but it sounded really evil almost like speaking in tongues but still somewhat audible. The pressure in the room kept getting heavier and heavier.....then I woke up

So, i was at my grandpa's house (irl it's a ranch) which for some reason was a hobbit like hillside house on a cliff. We were talking when i saw a big cloud of dust getting higher and forming a mushroom. I could hear the explosion of the bomb and quickly got behind the table, then i looked to my right which was just a big patch of grass, getting hit by a lot of smaller rockets. This dream felt like real life. I just got that feeling that i can do nothing and everyone will die. Just before the wave of shrapnel hit us, i woke up