What are Iran dreams about?

So my last dream of this nature was about how Elon Musk faked his own death in a solo mars mission to win meme of the decade just to spite me because I hate him.

The other night, I had another dream, oddly enough also involving a rocket.

I was hanging out with some friends at my old high school (which is weird because it was like 6 at night and I'm in collage.) We were talking about the possibility of a war with Iran escalating into a third world war. I said it wasn't very likely as an outright war would disrupt trade with other major world powers and the risk of being steamrolled by the UN isn't one Iran would take.

After giving my thoughts my one friend looks out the window and says that it's weird that the sun is only just now setting as it should've set behind the mountains (we live in a valley) by now.

I said that that doesn't make any sense as we were looking a window facing East so it would have to be a sun rise, which should've been obvious to her as the sun was clearly rising.

But that didn't make sense either as it was 6:00pm. We all checked our phones to see what time it was and they all vabrated as we all had just gotten a notification that Stroudsburg of all places has been nuked.

So well all start shitting bricks as we're pretty much fucked and we all head to the schools basement (we were on the second floor) when the military shows up and says that there's evac helicopters but they're like 8 streets down.

See we're all hauling ass to the choppers like it's L4D and I see people behind me jist stars dropping (from what I assume is radiation.)

I run even faster and just barely make it go the evacuation site. I hop in a helicopter and tell the pilot to take off.

And then he says he can't because it's 6:30 and filming's over.

Confused and panicking, I ask him what the Hell he's talking about.

Apparently there was no nuke and it was all just special effects, and Tom Cruise need B-roll footage for his new movie so he used to his Scientology money kill fund the project and also gwt revenge on me for calling him a manlet on Twitter two years ago.

This happened a few weeks ago. My dream was quite long but it was the last few moments that I still vividly remember. I was standing on a wide open city square, along with my wife. The ground was unpaved but it was hard and covered in a very thin layer of sand. We were standing roughly in the middle of the square, which measured around 500ft in length and width. I didn't know where we were but there were a bunch of clues that indicated we might be in an exotic land. The buildings around the square looked very different from my native Switzerland; their façades were mostly white and beige, like they were made of sandstone. They had pretty ornamentations and some buildings had arcades and elegant domes. There were no other people near us but I could see a few people stroll under the arcades. They were mostly dressed in long, white and black robes. Telling from the location of the sun, it seemed to be early morning but it was already very hot. I remember looking down on myself and seeing that I was dressed in a t-shirt, which surprised me because it was of course January at the time.

As you can probably tell, this part of my dream was incredibly vivid. I remember almost every little detail. However, what made it particularly crazy is the fact that I'm actually blind in real life. My vision used to be better but nowadays I can only see some vague shapes and colors. I remember feeling amazed in my dream that I could distinctly recognize individual people from 200 feet away. In real life, this would be utterly impossible.

My wife and I were standing on that city square and chatting, when suddenly, I hear a loud roaring sound above us. My wife looked up and I followed her gaze. A short distance away, I saw a giant passenger jet fly across the city - straight towards us. I kept wondering why it was flying so unusually low when it suddenly dawned on me. The airplane was now close enough that I could see it wobble in the air and one engine was in flames. I turned toward my wife and heard myself say to her: "Holy shit... I think they're gonna crash!" She looked at me and, with a very strange look in her eyes, replied in a sad tone: "Yeah, soon I think." When the airplane came closer we ducked down in fear and it passed just 50-60 ft over our heads. I still remember the wind it created and the smell of kerosine from the burning engine. Mesmerized we continued to stare at the quickly descending airplane. I remember feeling panic because I wanted to prevent this tragedy but couldn't think of any way to achieve that. I thought of all the people inside that plane and how they would all have to die. Before I could catch another thought, the airplane tore down some tower or steeple, crashed into the city close to where we were standing and disappeared in a giant explosion.

At this point I woke up. I had to get up early that day and I felt so disturbed and confused by this vivid and ominous dream that I decided to get up instead of staying in bed for the remaining 30 minutes. During my morning, I had a couple of appointments. Around 2pm I finally got a chance to settle down at a Starbucks and relax a bit. I opened my laptop computer and began to read the news. On the front page of my online newspaper, an article reported that just a few hours previously, on that very morning, a passenger airplane had been shot down in Iran and all 170 people inside had been killed.

I've never had any dream like this. It's now been several weeks and I can't forget about it. I don't actually believe in premonition but this dream was pretty insane. It just felt a bit too fitting. I calculated that I had had this dream roughly 3 hours before the real-life tragedy occurred.

The dream starts with me "spawning in" a random location in Tel Aviv, Israel. The day is busy, everyone's either working or hanging out. Everything goes well for about an hour.

I was at my grandmas place even tho she doesn't live there, I'm just watching TV when suddenly outside the windows there is an enormous bright orange glow, it takes about 2 seconds until the Shockwave and heatwave from the warhead hits me. Windows are blasted to bits, I look outside and my eyeballs become singed. Everything is extremely slow motion, like at the end of a CoD game where time slows down. I jump down from the couch to take shelter but I'm not quick enough, the heat and radiation immidiatiely burn my skin and some is even blistered.

I check on my grandma and she appears... Fine, doesn't seem that phased about it. I close all the windows in the house and tell her we cannot open them under any circumstances because of the irradiated air and fallout. I die 10 minutes after the explosion due to acute radiation poisoning.

Boom, new day. What the fuck happened? I'm still at my Mas place, still watching TV. An hour passes by relatively quickly and I look up the news on reddit.

"The United States retaliated against Russia and Iran, nuclear war is imminent"

"Scotland is hit by 5 nuclear warheads"

I'm scrolling through and see all the doomsayers on reddit smugging about being right. I start barricading the house but I'm not quick enough cause halfway through I hear the "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and again, a huge ass explosion. This time I die from breathing in extremely hot nuclear bomb air and singing my lungs. Everything goes to black.

I wake up outside a random Cafe in Tel Aviv. I know what's gonna happen. I run into some random store and start shouting "I'M GONNA SOUND INSANE BUT YOU GOTTA GET TO SHELTER THERE'S NUCLEAR WAR INCOM.." until I look at the TV and see the news talking about it. At this point I realize Im basically living in groundhog day - apocalypse edition.

I escape to some huge park that overlooks the whole city and see people covering themselves in leaves and coca cola. I ask one guy

"What the fuck are you doing?"

-"What does it look like I'm doing?

"Coca Cola protects you against radiation?"

-"You're damn right if does.

I look at the 3 people doing this thing and I start burying myself with leaves, I don't have coke on me. Something happens that I can't remember and the warhead goes off, we all die, coke didn't do shit.

Spawn in again, end up in grandma's house somehow again, this time I have a girlfriend, we have mad unprotected sex cause nuclear holocaust right? Mid sex bomb does off and we die.

4/10 dream. I didn't like it.

I’m a 28yo female from Iran living in Italy, last night i went to bed after crying my eyes out because of the situation that is going on in iran and also me and my boyfriend had broken up.
Anyways i dreamt of going to this garden restaurant thingy, where there were three other males that supposedly I knew and were my friends, one of them had decorated fruits like water melon , mango, grapes and other stuff, they all looked so fancy, but for some reason he was insecure about the mango one even though it was really beautiful.
I kept eating from the fruits and complimenting it which the guy somehow didnt like, (didn’t believe me maybe) , I remember I felt so good having those fruits making myself ready for a journey that I had, Idk why the mango was so bold to me even thou i dont like mango .
Anyways, he didn’t really let me try it and I left , i was suddenly with my sister
She was telling me that she bought a hotel and was showing it to me, Idk why but suddenly i was holding a baby in my arms, hiding it and carrying it with me.
My ex was there too, he was being there around me and i kept asking if he even care, he was sad and saying “ of course, give me a second i will be there with you”
Does it mean anything?

I live in iran. I'm 23 now and when iranians graduate from highschool they take this exam called konkoor to go to college. It's god damn stressful. Eversince i went to college i started having this dream. In my dream i am back to those days, studying. It's late, i have only 3 months and i haven't even started to study yet. Though people usually start 6 months sooner. And sometimes in my dream it's already the day of the exam and I'm waiting to enter and find my sit. The feelings i get is sometimes nostalgia. Like the feeling of trying feels good. Achieving.
But sometimes i feel like why do i do this to myself. Why do i keep procrastinating? This dreAm never leaves me alone. I'm always haunted by it. Whatdo you guys think it's trying to show me?