What are ignoring dreams about?

It started out with me waking up to discover that a tooth at fallen out, ignoring it I went to kitchen to eat. When I sat down my parents told me I wasn’t allowed and proceeded to pull my teeth out. I have never had a dream like this before so I’m curious of why

I will try to keep mine short. There was a lot of things leading up to when I got to Egypt in my dream but I don't think they are important. Now to note that I have never been to Egypt nor do I know about their Ancient gods except for Ra and Anubis which everyone knows. I also am not religious. I believe there is a God but I'm not religious and think the church is a lie. I also have not read or seen anything Egyptian recently.

Now in my dream, I had taken a trip to Egypt with a group of people. Not sure who they were but we were like researchers or contractors for someone. I would sya contractors as some of us had guns. We were in the city all day and our hotel had a rooftop restaurant in which you could kind of see the pyramids in the background. Pretty much my dream didn't kick off until it was becoming night. Once nighttime hit, the city took a strange atmosphere.

People were still drinking and doing normal things but something felt off. It was a clear night with a full moon. I remember always looking back to the bartender and always caught him looking my way. I at one point decided to go to the bathroom and the bathroom was dirty. In there was a strange man starting into the mirror with the faucet on but not doing anything. I decided to ignore it and used the bathroom.

I walked out and as I was headed to my normal spot where I had been relaxing all day, a woman grabbed my arm and told me to go down on the floor and pretend I'm dead and to not move. I did as she told me and immediately after, a bright white light burst in the air making the sky alone like it was day time. The light came from the direction of the pyramids. Right then I saw what I assume the who assembly of the Egyptian gods descend from the sky and some came from the ground.

The woman tighten her trip on my arm and I understood that I shouldn't react or move. There was chaos and some people were killed by the gods. At this time, some of those gods landed on the roof top at where I was at. I don't remember much on how they looked except for one of them.

He or it was tall about 7-8ft and extremely buff with like a ram or bison head and the body of a man. I don't know what was going on but in my head something kept telling me the Egyptian gods were going to war with someone and that's why they decided to show up now. The ram god guy walked by me making the whole ground shake and some of the other gods around parted to make way for it.

That's the end of my dream. I researched this morning and the god I think I saw is Khnum and he looked similar to this.

https://imgur.com/a/zadt3sY

Apparently some people were doing an autopsy on my grandfather (he died months ago) and left me to cut out the heart... I thought he was already dead... But no... I could see one of his lungs breathing... The other was cut out... I started worrying, but tried to ignore it... But then... He looked at me... Smiled... And spoke... "Oh, (my name)! It's so good to see you. It's been awhile huh? Look, I just want you to know I love you... " He spoke those words clearly... As if we wasn't cut open and had organs removed... I stood there... With the scissors... About to close on his artery... And I couldn't... He was still breathing... Heart still pumping... Talking to me as if I wasn't, now, ordered to kill my own grandfather... So I didn't... I ran back and told the operaters that I couldn't... They said something along the lines of "we all have to do this. It's a simple snip snip, then it's done"... I told them he was still awake and alive... They ordered me to complete it... I want back and resumed position, over his still open body, scissors about to cut... Till he spoke again... " What are you doing? Helping me dress up? Heh, just like the old days"... Yes, I helped dress my grandfather... He was weak and could barely move... With some breaths of readiness, knowing I'm about to kill my grandfather
... I wake up.. I'm still in shock...

I met a girl at a bar in my dream tonight. I was sitting alone feeling lonely. I saw someone I thought I recognized, this blonde girl with long curly hair and kind of "splotchy" freckles, one of which sort of transitioned over the right of her upper lip. I thought she was so beautiful. She had a kind face.

I said hi as if we had met before and she turned around looking confused. I said I thought I knew her, but that I now realized I didn't. She ran off, just turned around once and made a kind of waving gesture, making sure I was ok. I looked down in to the table in dissapointment only to look up to see her sitting herself down in front of me. She smiles at me with her blue eyes and says something like "You looked like you needed some company."

I swallow my pride and say yes. I don't remember any specific details about our conversations, but we had a really nice time and end up in someones apartment. She knows how sad and lonely I've felt. She just knows and understands. She holds me, and I can feel the warmth and comfort she shares with me. We sleep, holding eachother until morning.

It is a bittersweet moment, I know she's with someone else. I get to be in her space, just tonight. The warmth eminates from her neck into my face, it's that unmistakable feeling of skin against skin. I can feel her heartbeat, her breathing.

Somewhere deep down I realized she was just a dream, but I didn't want to let go, not now. It's been so long. So long in fact, that just the light touch of a kind-hearted dream woman is enough to send me on a spiritual journey of self-discovery.

I cling to the feeling. I enjoy it as much as I possibly can. So much so that we run out of time. It's morning now, maybe 8am. She gets up and starts rounding up her things. I don't want her to leave, but I can't bring myself to say anything. I just look at her. She's so focused. Not like she's ignoring me, just like really into whatever she's doing.

I bring myself to speak; "Thank you for showing me some humanity" I say.

She smiles again with her blue eyes. "That's really nice."

And then she's off, running down the stairs. I wake up and decide I had to write this down so I never forget her. I hope I see her again. Fuck I miss her so much.

Its been 5 years and I haven't spoken to anyone of this and have been trying to ignore it. But I am new to reddit and looked up if a subbreddit like this exists, so here I am!
Whenever I dream, the dream is always follows the same pattern, sharing similar themes, but different settings:-

1. It starts out mundane, in an everyday-life-kind of scenario.

2. However it soon devolves into a life or death situation- I have to escape from a killer who specifically wants to kill me, I have to hunt down someone, I have to hunt down the person who wanted to kill me, or a battle royale. This part often incorporates settings from the various books and novels I read.

3. Most of the time I prevail, immensely confident in my abilities. But at the end, just before I am about to finish it, I find myself weak and unable to deal the finishing blow.

4. Towards the end of the dream, the reason for my fighting is revealed. Its a woman. I have to save her, I have to win her affection, I have to leave her, all varied reasons.

5. I never quite remember what she looks like, but she is familiar. She makes me feel so peaceful, so warm, so happy that it hurts.

6. From here on, there are two endings

7. (Ending-1)I reach her. I am so happy, so very happy, but I suddenly realize its a dream...everything uptil now was. This realisation is accompanied by a heart rendingly profound sense of loss that accompanies me throughout the day after I wake up. When I realise its a dream, everything starts slipping through like sand between my fingers, but I would give anything, any price to not wake up again.

These are the days I wake up crying.

8. (Ending-2) I reach her. There is a very real sound of a gun cocking behind my head and the feel of cold metal pressing against it, and then such peace, I wish it would last forever.

These are the days I wake up feeling so well rested and ready to tackle the day. And even till today, in tense situations or when I am stressed, I have developed a habit of imagining the cool metal against the back of my head and it calms me down.

To anyone who read this far, I would sincerely like your opinion. Thank you in advance.