What are laughing dreams about?

2 nights ago I had a dream about a girl I only ever met once she was at a friends party she was quiet but I could tell she had a personality as she kinda opened up to me towards the end showing me that she was very energetic and fun (hard to explain without sounding weird trust me). I thought nothing of her besides the fact that she was very pretty but so were a few other girls there. I never thought of her again until the night after the party I had a dream of her in my room and we got along really well, so well in fact that we were cuddling I can still weirdly feel the magic from the dream. We were doing dabs out of a rig and after her dab she laughed laying on my shoulder and we kissed which felt so warm and I felt it for a split second after I woke up. After I woke up I was confused and sad, I felt I lived a who year that was a lie and it took me a couple hours to get over it. I know this sounds like an average cringe worthy r/teenagers post but this dream really fucked me up. If anyone has had similar experiences or comments as to how I can improve from this please let me know.

For background, there are demons in my house, now the activity has gone down tremendously since sleeping with crystals under my pillow, lighting candles, and using myrrh, BUT, last night, I had a creepy dream. I was in my house with my best friend when all of the sudden, we could here a little girl laughing, even though I knew what it meant, I followed the sound into the bathroom. When I got there, I looked behind the shower curtain and saw a little girl with short curly brown hair just standing there. I instinctually told her to leave and that I didn’t want her there but my voice wouldn’t come out, she just smiled. I don’t know why but she slapped my stomach and then all of a sudden, the little girl turned into a man and for some reason, so did I. I mean, it was me, but I was suddenly looking through the eyes of someone else, and then the male demon said “she’s down there with a baby in her stomach”. I think he was talking about me. I’ve been reading tarot lately and I’ve been seeing the tower and empress cards a lot lately, which would normally mean that I probably couldn’t get pregnant, but I already thought I couldn’t....so I’m worried that I am and that the demons in my house are after me or some shit like that. I know this was a rollercoaster ride from start to finish but please understand that I’m freaked out, I would really appreciate anything you guys have to say on the matter. Thank you

His mouth is where my arsehole is.
When someone asks for my opinion, id say, hmm i wonder what justin bieber thinks,
Then ill pull down my pants, show them my ass, make my arsehole talk a la ace ventura and let justin bieber speak for himself.
I wish i was making this up.

Thats the dream. I woke up laughing.

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I think ill name this dream « ask the bieber »

This was a lucid dream from 2 years ago when I came VERY close to suicide. I’m archiving it here for memories sake. TL/DR at the bottom.

I was having a typical non-lucid dream, and out of nowhere my vision went completely white. A few seconds later I was (now in a lucid dream state) standing in a street in front of a grey brick building. There was a group of people walking in the door, so I followed them in. Inside was a classroom like environment with a large blank screen at the front of the room. It wasn’t spoken, but I just knew these were all people who had taken their own lives.

Everyone sat down at the individual desks filling the room. Everyone looked very sad, most looking down at their feet. Some talked quietly to each other, but I couldn’t understand them. I sat down next to a 20-something girl and looked around the room. After a moment she asked me “So why did you do it?” I responded with “Oh I’m still alive, I’m just able to come here”.

Every person in the room went silent and looked at me with shocked expressions. After getting stared at for a few seconds, I was instantly teleported outside of room and back out into the street where I arrived. This time a giant 7ft tall bald guy was standing in front of the door. He refused to let me back inside, but let everyone else in who approached him.

About this time, a guy walked by me in the street and I asked him “What is this place?” He said something along the lines of “It’s where they (suicides) come to see where their life went wrong, and how their life played out if they stayed”. We chatted for a bit, don’t remember what about. Eventually I asked him why it mattered how we die because eventually we’ll all die anyway. Why does it matter if someone takes their own life?

The man took me back to the open classroom door where I had previously been, and we looked in from the outside. Inside, a young man (20’s) was standing at the front of the room. The screen at the front of the room was showing images of the young guy as a middle aged man. I remember on the screen there were images of him playing with a little girl (presumably his would-have-been daughter), him hugging an older couple (presumably his parents), him smiling and laughing with friends around a table. All the other people in the room sat and watched the screen play in silence. The atmosphere was unbearably depressing.

Eventually me and the guy from the street stepped back and he said something about “So many experiences and lessons wasted because of a temporary problem in one’s life.” He then looked me at me and said something along the lines of “This is where you’re headed. We all have to face our own set of challenges at some point. If not now, then later. Get as much as you can out of your time and avoid the regret.” And with that, I woke up with a different perspective.

TL/DR - Walked into a classroom full of people who had killed themselves, and was kicked out when they found out I was still alive. Talked to a guy in the street about how we all die anyway so what’s it matter. Saw a recent suicide watching a tv screen of his life playing out if he hadn’t killed himself. Was told we all have to go through hardships, it’s part of our growth, and suicide only leads to deep regret.

So it was a pretty normal dream, taking place in my hometown in present time. I was walking home like any other school day, but something was off. There were weird things around, like certain roads that weren't supposed to be where they were, and most notably, a Sakura (cherry blossom) tree outside of a house I always walk by that doesn't have a tree in front of it. I didn't notice it though, cause it was a dream. Anyway, I must've taken some kind of detour, because I ended up in a field, that's usually on the other side of my neighborhood. This is where the weird shit goes down. So throughout the dream I was occasionally seeing this (yes it's hilarious thinking about it) really off-putting man in a banana costume, hiding in weird places (now that I think about it, only the ones that were out of place). He had a new expression each time, and he looked more and more deranged as time went on. So when I reached the field, the sky had already turned dark, so It was night time. The field is surrounded by houses (it's in the middle of the suburbs), and the playground that's usually there is no longer present. All that was there was the washrooms, in a building in the center of the field. I don't know why, maybe to hide from the banana guy (I was starting to get the idea that he was following me). I walked in, and went to wash my hands, when to my left, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. He was laying limp on the toilet in the stall across the floor, with his head hanging in front of him. He had the most deranged and twisted face I'd ever seen, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. In classic SCP-173 fashion, I tried not to break eye contact, but I couldn't look at it for much longer because I felt like I was going insane. Making sure not to make any sudden movements, I slowly began walking towards the door. The banana man (stop laughing) was starting to half cry half laughing, slowly getting louder and louder. He was no longer in my line of sight, and I felt like any second he could've just gotten up and started chasing me. I felt SO threatened. Terrified, I started to crack the door open, and I was sure that he was going to run up behind me at any moment, but he didn't. He just sat there. Once the door was halfway open, I flung it the rest of the way open, and made a break for it. It was pitch black out, and I was alone. I was too scared even to scream for help, so I just kept running. Tlaughingugh/crying transitioned into angry screaming, laughingughing all the same. I didn't look back to see if he was giving chase, because that would've slowed me down. The houses around the field were gone. All that was left was an endless open field. I stopped running and turned around, to find that the screaming was gone. Still, I felt no less afraid. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around again, but nothing was there. The screams were coming back. I fell to my knees, panicked to the point where I couldn't keep running. The screaming faded in quickly to the point where it was deafeningly loud, and I started screaming too. That was when I woke up.

Bananas freak me out now. Thanks, brain.