What are hunger dreams about?

I had a dream the other night so vivid and real that I am scared to go into my room and sleep. Almost like I’m traumatized. So I’ll get into it.

I was apparently from a very wealthy family. I was in college taking some sort of light rail system somewhere after meeting a bunch of friends for food? And drinks maybe? I took the light rail and was with a friend toward my place we got off at different stops. I got off the wrong one in a weird part of town and book it (run) home. Once home I may have been with friends idk . So, I was in a playful mood with money to spend I guess , and I hired someone to put a latex body suit on me. I remember it was copper colored and I was playing around with different shaped tails and poses and singing to myself in the mirror and (I should mention I look completely different. The person in the mirror is not me. But it is. ) making a movie For my friends and I to laugh at. Maybe for school? So I’m like talking to myself in the mirror and all the sudden I see movement behind me and there is a very tall much older man with a white dress shirt and a blue suit, salt and pepper hair, grabs my legs and spreads my legs so hard I thought I was going to split in half. I thought he was going to rape me. But he grabs and bites the skin and flesh from my knee and drink the blood. I fight and struggle and he goes for the other one. This was not out of lust it was out of hunger and to terrify me.
I fought so hard to get away and I manage to get my body away from him but he ends up overpowering me and grabs me by my arms and squeeze my wrists so hard I feel like my wrists and hands would explode. He bites the side of my hand and it starts bleeding. I can’t remember what he was telling me but I remember the tone and him laughing at my terror and struggle.

I couldn’t wake my self up. I was stuck. When I finally could push myself out of my dream my Hands were in a manner like I was trying to push someone away from me. And my legs were in mid kicking motion. My wrists are in pain like someone has beeen digging their nails into them and I’m upside down hanging off the bed. So I was actually struggling. And feel utterly terrified to go back to sleep. A few minutes later there was a huge electrical storm outside. Lots of lighting.

It’s been 2 days and my wrists still hurt. Can anyone tell me anything? Thoughts? It keeps playing over and over in my mind like this is something that’s actually happened to me. And I really feel like it did. Like maybe not me in this life. Or maybe I peeked into something else.

Also, forgive all of my errors please!

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I have nightmare disorder so this is a little bit therapeutic for me to talk to a bunch of strangers. However, it can get a little bad, so if you don't like it. Please read along. Depending how this goes, i might keep doing it. Just depends.

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So, in my dream, the set up was kind of like a mix of Hunger Games and Maze Runner. The scenery was Maze Runner, but it was the Hunger Games. However, it was different in a very special aspect.

Every person going in, (in my case it was entire school going in), would gain a crazy amount of money. For math reasons, lets just say it was 1$. So, everyone going in was given 1$, however, if you killed another person in the game, you would gain their cash, and then it would be doubled. So, if I had 1$, and killed someone who had 3$, i would have a total of 4$, then it would be doubled, so I had a total of 8$.

As you might have guessed, this made people inside the "Maze" motivated to kill, and to get as much money as possible. And it made it that much harder to make alliances with people. Because lets say you had to kill someone out of self defense, you would still get their cash. And if you tried to team up with people, there were 2 likely reactions. 1, they would run in fear because of the money you had, or 2, they would try to kill you for the money you had.

Anyway the dream goes on and, I end up killing people out of self defense, and gaining their cash. The real amount of money you would get is 100,000$. So, I had around about 3.2 billion dollars going for me. All out of self defense. And, they were pretty gruesome deaths.

I wont say them though. I feel bad too.

But it goes down like this, I end up dying to one of my best friends who had been overcome by greed, and had the most money in the entire "Maze". I die by getting beaten to death by a brick to the head over and over, and bleed out.

I wake up and try to process what just happened

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Sorry, the ending got really bad. Let me know in the subreddits what you think, and if i should keep doing it. Or dont, i dont care, this is really just for me.

It wasn’t exactly a nightmare but wasn’t exactly a nice dream so I’ll put the nightmare tag on.It was someone singing a song while playing guitar about being stuck in an infinite place. It was a maybe 27 year old man sounding voice with a soft tone, like a lullaby. The two lines I remember are “Endless bathrooms” and “And the hunger is here again”. There wasn’t anything visual about it, almost black but dashes of colour and basic comprehension of *stuff*. Random objects. Any idea what this might mean?

Please give any interpretations. Dreamt that I was in an old school cathedral courtyard after dark. I was in a competition like the hunger games to kill all the other humans, some of which for some reason I felt were my friends even though I didn’t know them. I did not feel any animosity towards them but felt that the competition was fair so no harm no foulI and physically went through the process of killing all of them(a bit like cod free for all in the first person), and intermittently would talk to a female demon, who seemed to be my patron)Eventually more demons appeared for some ritual that me getting the final kill completed, and I felt I had earned some type of respect and awe. I was never afraid in the dream, was not scared of the demons nor were they dangerous to me. After I won the competition and got some sort of power I woke up.

In the dream I'm in an amusement park though the rides are actually tests. I made it through the easier ones but now it was time for the near impossible. The one most fail at.

**THE FLOOR IS LAVA RIDE**

Two people at a time, there is a panel of judges on the left wall, the floor is made of lava with a few parts that have cooled down enough to solidify into rock/magma. You had to step on those to get to the other side and back.... without shoes so you burn your feet. The alternative is step into the lava and losing, also dying but more importantly losing!

There was one improvement though, because there were patches without rocks two little mobile platforms were installed and you had to time it so yours would be on the rockfree area when you got to it.

I had an idea though, instead of burning my feet I'd time it so I'd jump from my platform to the other contestant's platform throughout!

On your mark, set, GO!

The other contestant (fat white guy with a scruffy beard) started the traditional way jumpping on rocks to catch the platform when needed the most. Because he was a guy he was allowed to keep his shoes, wouldn't want him to burn his feet.

Me however, I waited a little for the platforms to be just right then jumped from one to another and ran like hell because this was a very narrow window!

The judges laughed and jeered good naturally adding commentary throughout.

When I got to the other side however I wasn't sure what to do. None of use have before because we got burned so badly... The wall was lined with esspresso machines and snacks. When I asked the judges they just laughed and threw the question back at me "what ARE you going to do?"

My first instinct was to make a little show of it, pour out an espresso and drink it was a loud "AH' before going back.... but the platform was already moving and the white guy was catching up. Instead I placed one foot on that area to officially "touch it" grabbed a cup of water taking a theatrical sip before running back as fast as I can timing it just right.

I think the gasp from the judges and their following silence should have alerted me to a problem but I was too focused on NOT FALLING INTO THE LAVA! more so when they started to throw obstacles at me to slow me down or knock me off.

Made it to the other side and while I was expecting cheers I instead got a dress down. How DARE you drink water? This game is in honor of the hunger strike, do you not respect the works of Gandhi and Mandela? My jaw dropped, the game is the floor is lava.... how does it? What? No ofcourse I do, wha????

They berated me endlessly until the white guy finally made it. He was the winner by default and I was disqualified for showing lack of respect.

When I left the "ride" my group gathered around me to ask how it went and if I needed to heal. When I told them their jaws dropped too. How did that game honor hunger strikes? Why? Was it because I used a different method that actually worked or because they just wanted a guy to win. I didn't know but the judges panel sounded down right offended about me so I wasn't going to try again today. Maybe tomorrow....