What are hollywood dreams about?

So I had a dream last night that my 18yo brother and I were in some kind of private jet that was flying dangerously through the streets of LA (for what it’s worth, I’ve never been to California in my entire life). But as we were flying, another plane; what looked to be a jumbo jet was crashing towards the ground, it hit us and knocked one of our wings off, and we spun out of control, but somehow my brother and I survived. As we got out of the plane, we started walking up the Hollywood hills, and showed up to this house where we knew a bunch of people, but I don’t know who any of them actually are. As we got there they greeted us, and gave us a feast, but then we had to go into hiding because all of the LA area was being attacked by some dragon and it was burning up.

Soooo, does my dream have any meaning or am I being slipped acid by someone?

No but I had a weird dream where I was put in a room with random people and we were all confused but then quickly got the idea that even though we all didn’t know each other we had one goal and that was to survive. See the thing is we all had one thing in common as that was to make it in Hollywood(which is actually true because I do want to make films). We eventually get put through different contest. Some contest were like sports or quizzes and others were more in a style like saw or something were you are trapped and you could die. No matter what tho if you lost then you would die. I almost die a couple times but I eventually win this contest that I didn’t even sign up for or in fact I didn’t even know what I was working towards besides saving my own life. Once I won I was met with a door and when I entered I was inside a big mansion that was beautiful. I heard someone yell at me to come over so I did and I entered a room upstairs where a skinny figure in a brown, rusty mask, long claws, and was about like 5’11 I would say. They were sitting in a chair watching monitors that showed where all the events took place. They turned to me, laughed and then said “you’re one of the lucky ones that make it.”
They tell me then to go and leave and I listen. When I walk out I go into a dark void and all I can see is a hall and the walls have pictures of many celebrities (prince, Tupac, Michael Jackson, Ariana grande, Kesha, Christopher Nolan, Kanye, etc). I walk to the end of the hall to a door and I open it. It leads me straight to LA.

Does this have to do with Hollywood and how many people are rumored to make “deals with the devil”

So... I just woke up from the most insane dream that i think i have ever had.

I was at a party... in a very upscale neighborhood, a la Hollywood Hills, and I'd been there before apparently working as a caterer. I was at the party with a made up female friend and at some point heard another party going on at the residence next door at a higher elevation. I went to check it out and possibly crash it. A man is on the outside and I observe what he does. He starts to head inside and flicks a cigarette butt before accessing the keypad. As the door opens a woman comes outside passing him and smokes a cigarette...

Suddenly, I have no idea why, I reach in my pocket and there is a box cutter. Without even thinking I sneak up behind her and slit her throat. I conceal her body in a large blue recycling bin. Then a male comes out of the party, not sure if its the same one, and I sneak up to him and slit his throat. I conceal his body behing a hedge of bushes. Then I proceed to go back to the original party and I kill everyone that I encounter stealthily, but I dont hide anyone and I spare my companion. No one sees me commit anything. At some point I inspect the blade of the box cutter. I take the fingers of my right hand and smudge the blood between them in inspection. Note: I have intense hemophobia, but I had no fear while doing this... I smear the blood on my fingers on the front of my white oxford shirt between the spacing of two buttons. When I look up I notice flashlights and multiple members of law enforcement that seem like the FBI. One of them notices me and asks to speak with me. I am being interrogated in regards to my presense at the party. I tell them that I have was at the party, but stepped out to get some fresh air and had no idea what had transpired. I remember being very nervous and pretty much telling a shitty alibi with many holes in it. The officer leading doesnt seem to buy my story and asks when is my next day of from work. I tell him this upcoming Tuesday, which is a lie, I have Monday off. He says that he'd like to speak to me then and tells me not to leave town. I ask for his card. I walk from this conversation to my companion whom, visibly annoyed, asks why its always something with me. I dont remember answering that question and I walk away from her. Suddenly, I realize that i conducted the interview with a smudge of blood on the front of my shirt. Then i wonder if I was recorded on any cameras. I go to check for cameras and run into a caterer that I apparently have worked with before. She asks me if I ever came by and collected my tips. I replied no and she excitedly tells me that it is a lot of cash, like $44 and gives it to me. I find the cameras. Then I start thinking about life in prison. I think that i will be there for the rest of my life because I just murdered, like, 12 people. I start to contemplate suicide... Then I think that if im destined for the rest of my life in prison I might as well spend my tip money on an amazing hamburger. Yes, a kobe beef burger with some gruyere, pork belly, and caramelized onion... My companion offers to give me a ride down the hill I accept. There is another person in the car that pulls out a joint. We smoke it. I remember that I am getting drug tested tomorrow for a job. In reality I am actually getting drug tested next week for a job. I freak out.

I wake up and realize it was all a dream.

I have never had a dream like that. Im like the nicest person on you will ever meet too. What in the name of the father was that all about?

I had a dream that the Illuminati (the government / Hollywood) was preserving the dead bodies of famous sex symbols like Marilyn Monroe and Elvis to auction off in an underground necrophilia ring. Weirdest part is, I told my mom the next day and she was reading an article with pictures of famous celebrities who had open casket funerals, some of which included Marilyn and Elvis.

I dreamed that I was confused about how I could see the Hollywood sign in Los Angeles so close from my town, even though I live in a different country from the U.S. In this dream, I also climbed the hill leading to it. That’s all I remember.