What are holding dreams about?

I also had this dream last week. F/40s

Dream I am going to America for a holiday. I have only packed my duffle bag and only a handful of items.
I'm at the airport. I arrive very early. A lot of the dream is set in a big airport lounge. I really enjoy wandering around feeling like I am alone and enjoying it and looking forward to the trip.

As I go down the escalator, a volunteer old man wants to look at my ticket for ages and explain stuff to me I am impatient and barely hold back from rolling my eyes.

Now I have my two sons with me.
They have also each packed a bag. But I haven't checked them so I think they will have forgotten things.

I'm really early, but it's not until I am about to depart that I realise I don't really have enough stuff.
Luckily I have my US dollars packed- a stack of it. I think maybe I'll be able to buy what I need when I get there.
I see an empty hidden compartment in my handbag and think that would be to hold a passport. [It didn't occur to me in my dream that there is no passport in there, but when I woke up I thought this was an interesting detail.]
I realise this will be more of a family trip, no chance of a getaway alone.

An older woman and young boy asks me if they can leave the airport to visit the Great Sandy Hills.
I say, 'No there is a 6 ft fence, you can't leave the airport area.' They are disappointed, they had hoped to see some sights while they were here. But really they are just in transit, they shouldn't expect to be able to get out. I think, 'how stupid they are to think they'll be let out, how ridiculous!'

I watch a tv news clip of covid lockdown about new rules about extreme punishment if someone accidentally infects someone because they go out. The footage shows someone locked into their completely sealed off apartment basically and workers are pumping air through tiny pipes in the window; definitely not enough air. I say, 's*** just got real' and am saddened at their loss of freedoms.

Overall feeling of sadness.

To whoever is reading this: If you notice that my story should've been submitted to another sub-Reddit, please let me know.

If I remember correctly, this happened in September or October of 2020. I came from work exhausted and what supposed to be an afternoon nap turned out to be something bigger and it haunts me to this day, which is why I've decided to write this post 10 months after it occured.

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It was some type of a trip and I happened to be in an old medieval Mediterranean town. I was there by myself but not alone as there were many young people around as well. Some were sitting on a concrete block, some were walking or simply standing and chatting. It was a typical summer night tourist attraction with people just roaming around carefree. I walked all the way up the hill where an old church was built and in front of that church some people in groups just looking around appreciating the architecture of the buildings around.

In front of the church there was a priest holding a lecture and presentation across a leather sofa where people were sitting and listening to him talking. At first I was the only one sitting there as he was talking, a few people decided to join me. The priest was presenting something that I can't remember now until he showed a picture of a figure that I've never seen before in my life - the figure with a hood on his head, that is all I can remember. He asked if anybody can recognize this figure and I stood up proudly saying how that is an Archangel Michael, but then quickly correcting myself and saying something what made me realize that this in fact is not Michael.

The priest was laughed warmly and said the name I've never heard before - Azrael. I remember repeating that name in my dream and thinking about it as if I won't remember it because it sounded so strange to my ears. As I looked back to this place where I was sitting, there was a hood waiting for me. A gift for me, what I felt this to be - a hood interwoven with golden and royal blue thread.

Then my body, out of my control was raising my arms up and I couldn't put them back down, that is when I started panicking for a bit. The dream continued but nothing that I can really remember.

I woke up after that strange afternoon nap remembering this Azrael name and then googled it, the results left me speechless and in tears. So if there are any religious/spiritual souls out that to help me interpret this haunting dream, I would be so thankful.

What does it mean of dreaming of my deceased sister-in-law (with whom I’m not close and passed away due to breast cancer) saying she was told I would come so she waited and vacuumed/cleaned the pathway and after I got out of the car, I walked with her up to the sky on an endless path while holding a small luggage bag?

Thank you!

So I just woke up, I was going to sleep for the night around 9pm(long day) and it’s 11:30 right now. The earliest part I can remember is me in an incredibly nice house owned by two women I don’t recognize, my cousin was there with me as well. He was just watching TV in one of the rooms and I was in another on my phone. Next thing I see a woman with her hand on my pants like she’s about to suck my dick, moving her mouth around and flexing her tongue. “Hold on I’m stretching” she then sucks my dick until I climax(bare with me ) She then starts talking about how a New Mexican poolboy started working and how he has a “fat bulge” and if they should invite him up. At this point I ask for another blowjob(not sure why) and she gives it to me, but I never got to climax, right in the middle of it, everything flashes black. Next thing you know the woman who was sucking my dick has my cousin bent over a table with his arm behind his back and clearly struggling. The woman had a really massive dick and I immediately ran out of the room. She/he was asking for something, screaming it (I don’t remember right now) and I run into my backyard in real life somehow. I take a long piss on my deck and run back inside for my cousin who I can still hear screaming. At this point I’m still inside of my house. Everything is dark and I’m in the kitchen and I see a disturbed little white blonde girl( also unfamiliar) asking for something in a kind way( don’t remember). I try to walk away out of the kitchen but the girl is holding onto my hand resisting. I see flashes of words appear, as if I’m in a videogame. I can only make out a few words, some appearing in blood and appearing for no more than a second at a time every 5 seconds. I notice one in particular “GO UP”, I then heard my cousin screaming from upstairs “(name) HELP” I run upstairs , I tell it’s coming from my bathroom and I open the door. “(Name) HELP HELP *i open the door* (name) help I’m a sexy tub of black ink” I see the bathtub filled to the brim with some sort of black liquid and the number “66” appear in my vision in blood red as if in a videogame again. I run away with the girl, and the tub of black liquid screaming at me with numbers and words still flashing in my vision. At this point I realize it’s a dream and it’s better to wake the fuck up right now. I manage to wake up and here I am. Literally no idea what it means and a little disturbed. Help if you can interpret

There was another dream I had, much shorter than others, that I want to know what it means

I was Martin Luther King Jr., shackled to a podium and giving a speech, or trying to. There was someone behind me, holding a gun to my back, forcing me to deliver my speech. I asked him to back up, but he wouldn't.

It was nice to not have a scary dream, but it was still really strange. What could it mean?