What are kayak dreams about?

umm so to start off we were kayaking in what i think was a river but it could’ve been the ocean cuz i saw a baby shark in the water and got scared lol and the water was really shallow so i was just standing in it and he (the boy who was also this kid that i went to ELEMENTARY school with. he was also blonde which is weird cos i’ve never found a blonde boy attractive but now he has tattoos and he is *chefs kiss*) was in his lil kayak and i was scared of the shark so he got out of the kayak and gave it to me so sit in (as if two people can’t sit in kayak ??idk lmao) and it was kind of unclear but anyways he shooed the shark away and then magically we were at his house which is very nature valley bar esc if u know what i mean. it’s outdoorsy lol. very cool. and then we go to his other house (probably like a shed) but instead of a boy it was a girl (same blonde and everything) showing me around the shed (it’s not like a shed it was fully decorated like a she shed ig) and now she turned back into a boy and we watched tv on da couch living the granola life with two cats. the cats weren’t in the dream i added that to my dream life lol cos men that like cats are superior anyways does this mean anything

This is actually the second time I've had this dream.
It always starts out in my front yard. I'm loading my kayak onto my truck. Looks like I'm going camping. Right after I finish strapping down the kayak, I look at my front door and there's a person with an evil looking face and long nose. Like a witch. Then I hear children singing. I turn to the source of the singing. I see 3 children singing and skipping through the woods in front of my house and they are headed for the front door. The first time I had this dream the kids went inside the house and then I heard screams. Then I woke up. This time I ran towards the kids and screamed at them to GTFO. Then I woke up and I was saying something in real life. It wasn't GTFO. Sounded like jiberish. It also felt like I wasn't alone in my room. Idk, just figured I'd type it out to get it out of my head. Going back to sleep now.

I frequently had this nightmare as a child, up to the age of about 12. The nightmare was me on a kayak in the pitch dark, in a forest-like place that was based on the forest area next-door to my primary school. There were cats with mutalated faces and bodies swimming towards me, making threatening noises as the approached me to attack me.

I've always loved cats. I could not sleep at night as a kid, in fear of this dream. in retrospect i had a lot of anxiety as a child. I was terrified to go near the location it was set in.

So I had the weirdest dream the other day, probably on account of me turning off my alarm and getting an extra 10 minutes of stressful snoozing.

It started off with there having been some sort of apocalypse and my family was forced to take shelter in the attic of this really really tall library. It was a nice place so we weren't too concerned about it. Shortly afterwards, I decided to go on a run. I made it a couple blocks before realizing that I forgot to put clothes on besides sneakers for some reason, and I looked like I was taking part in some kind of weird pokemon trainer porno shoot. I started to sheepishly make my way back to the attic house when I saw my dad's car driving down the street. There was nowhere to hide and I sure as fuck wasn't going to give him an awkward wave, so dream me had the bright idea to flop down on the pavement like a dying seal and pray that he didn't see me. For an instant, I thought the cards were in my favor as he drove past me with no incident, but then I saw him make a u-turn to investigate if the dying seal girl he caught a glimpse of was his beloved only child. I then jumped to my feet and started sprinting down the boulevard, faintly hoping that I would find a back road and make it home before my old man. At this point I became aware that the dream was taking place in some sort of bizarro version of I'm guessing Sausalito, California. All I know is that we were on a cliff overlooking a waterfront and a city a bit farther out. This becomes quasi relevant later.

Alas I was unable to locate a speedy route home, and to make matters worse, my worried father had alerted a couple of nearby cops to the situation. (Unfortunately neither of them looked like Caitlyn Kiramman else the dream gods may have allowed me a bit of fun.) Now I didn't want one balding middle aged dude to see me like that, much less 3, so I chose the most logical course of action and booked it towards a long staircase leading down to a dock at sea level. I had almost made it down when one of the very confused cops turned on his bullhorn and asked me what the hell I was running from. I could have been smart and answered "I dunno maybe cause I'm fuckin naked you dingus" but apparently I was still holding onto a modicum of self respect, because I said something like "uuuhh I'm fine, sorry about all this". Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I realized that there were no boats, kayaks, or dinghys available and I was debating either facing my shame or diving into the icy waters when a particularly loud bird woke me up.

I really hope this shit doesn't mean anything.

I had a dream last night that was two parts but within the same dream. The first part I was white water rafting. I was competing against 2 others and I tipped over in my kayak almost immediately upon starting and was far behind. But, over the course of the race I came back and won the race.

At the bottom there were reporters and one of them asking me how long I’ve been white water rafting and I said back “this is my first time!”

From there, we then entered into what was the feeling of a Buddhist ceremony with temples and monks dressed in traditional orange garments. We were looking over mountains (feeling of Tibet) and there was a procession of sorts.

I quickly went and kneeled next to the other monks, despite the other rafting racers telling me I shouldn’t. My hands were rearranged by a monk in the form of the proper mudra, index fingers curled inward so the backs of my fingertips were touching, the rest touching extended at fingertips, and my thumbs doing the same. I then had oil poured over my hands and head out of a special bowl.

A short while after, the ceremony ended and I got up with a feeling that I can’t find the words for now. And that’s the end.

Thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to offer any insights!