What are Lebanon dreams about?

Hey so about 15 minutes ago I had a dream about me being drunk and driving home from McDonald’s. As I got home, I can remember parking in my spot and calling up a friend. When I called this friend he was playing a song called Gallowdance by Lebanon Hanover. As we keep talking I can remember blowing balloons for some odd reason lol then I look at my rear passenger side and the door is completely ripped off. I then get out of the car, retrieve the door and stick it back on scared as ever cause it’s my parents spare car (which they let me borrow from time to time). Can someone help me figure out what this could mean? I’ve never had a dream where I actually identified a song and I think it’s odd that certain song was in it.

Last night I dreamt there was some kind of accident (that might be related with the explosion in Lebanon, even though I don't live anywhere near Beirut) and I thought my boyfriend had died, and I was really fucking sad.
Then, he came home, and apparently my boyfriend was Dylan Minnette. And I loved him SO MUCH. I felt like the real relief of seeing he wasn't dead, and I was just completely in love with him. Seriously, I cannot stress enough how fatal I was for that guy.

Thing is, I've never felt like that in real life, for anyone, and it's just weird to me how my brain could like mimic that sensation in a dream.

Anyways, my sincerest apologies to Lydia Night, Dylan's real life girlfriend.

I took a 1hour nap, it was chill it was okay. But the dream wasn’t. I was back in Lebanon in my dads apartment, my dad was there with me and nobody else. We were standing in front of the door (this is when the dream started) my comes from the living room and asks me “was that door open?” I reply with “ i dont know looks closed to me “ i walk up to the door and i gently push it to see if its locked and as i check, the door clicks and finally closes. I open it again and the elevator opens and huge bald man walks out of it headed towards up, i instantly close the door and lock it, the man bangs on the door, i checked the “peekhole” and i saw him eyeballing me. I back off and go to the kitchen, i opened a drawer and took 2 knives. I gave my dad the sharpest knife and i got a knife thats shaped like spades but it was point at all. And that’s when i woke up.

My dream started in a mall and after I ate some food I left and got a ride from two men. The parking lot had a large number of handicapped spots. And the roads were flooded. We arrived at the wrong destination and it was like some log ride or something, and there was a quiz about American politicians. And then there was a dream in Lebanon maybe. And then there was a dream in a school that was probably the most interesting one and then I woke up.

I dreamt that I was at the office and all my colleagues got their allowance paid through wire transfer to their bank accounts except for me.

Later on, my boss called me to his office, where my boss was my deceased dad! I walked behind him until we reached his office where he gave me a huge amount of money in my countries currency along with some dollars

How I felt:
I then felt happy that I got paid more than my coworkers (because I also got paid in dollars)
It was something very normal that my boss is my deceased dad.

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Explanation to why getting paid in dollars is a very big deal in my country: in Lebanon we are going through a terrible economic crisis and our currency keeps fluctuating and deflating. Getting paid in dollars means that you’re getting paid a big amount of money.