What are losing control dreams about?

My freshman year of college I had a dream that my friend who had died in a car accident earlier that year approached me at night, I was in a dark house, and there were people around him moving in studders. He looked at me through a stained yellow window, and I asked him "
what happens when we die?" and he told me, "whatever you believe." After that dream I had another where an aztec man broke through my childhood room glass window and started shedding blue nails from his fingers, until he was just a pile of nails. Like the information my friend gave me was sacred or something.

Cool concept though. If you believe in heaven, you'll go to your brain's idea of heaven. Reincarnation, you'll live the life of some other animal/person. Hell, you'll live in your brain's idea of hell. Nothing, you'll live nothing. Maybe there is something to that, with the chemicals released in your brain when you die, and the few weeks it takes for that electrical activity to completely dissipate in your brain after dying. Maybe when we die, we're at least alloted a brief respite living in whatever colorful fantasy we imagined we might pass on to when we were living, before the electricity shuts off like a light switch and we do too. That dream always stuck with me.

Last night I dreamt that I was in this random house talking with someone, then all of the sudden everything went this unsettling orange hue and deafeningly and nauseatingly quiet.

There was an awful eerie crashing sound, the kind that sounds like the aftermath of a bomb dropping or something, that low rumble.

Suddenly no one could breathe like fish out of water, and I knew that the world was ending and felt the most gut-wrenching fear and panic. I started falling through the floor looking up at my mother screaming down at me. I knew I was about to die.

I woke up absolutely stunned. I was too afraid to even turn my lamp on. I felt like a child after a bad dream. I couldn’t shake that feeling of knowing it was all of the sudden the apocalypse.

I can’t stop thinking about this dream and I can still feel that fear - does anyone possibly have any thoughts? (I’m 26f if that helps anything!)

In the dream I "woke up" after hearing lots of noise, I looked out the window and it was night but the horizon was glowing fiery red, the moon was very close and enormous, it was cracked and falling apart down onto the earth.

So, about half a year ago, I was in a technically fatal car accident. I was resuscitated by the paramedics but I eventually woke up in the ER while getting stitched up. While I was asleep I had a weird dream.

So when I got into my wreck, I was immediately knocked out cold. I dont remember the wreck at all. I had a "dream" where I had also gotten into a wreck but it wasn't bad in my dream. In my dream I also remember walking around my wrecked car and picking up some items that had fallen out. I also put my front bumper in the backseat. As I got back in my car, I woke up in the hospital.

The weird part is, thats obviously never happened.. it was all a dream. I broke my leg and had to get the jaws of life to get out. There wasn't any way I was walking. But I was knocked out immediately so there's no way I even knew I got into a car wreck.

Also, those particular items I was putting in my car (a charger, some clothes, my gym bag, and one of my college books) and my front bumper, were placed in my car how I out them in my dream, but it was done by whoever cleaned up my car wreck and towed my completely totaled car.

I've tried finding answers, but I usually end up with nothing.

For some context, I’m a teenage female, and this nightmare or night terror has happened since I was 4 up until two years ago when I saw the man in the nightmare, after I had the nightmare that night in my bffs house in Illinois. I haven’t had the nightmare since then, but I had it last night. I felt like throwing up after I had woke up, showered and got dressed.

I had my usual nightmare from a long time ago, and it was all normal. I was in a old lime green Cadillac with a oakwood dashboard, in the back left seat, with people who aren’t my family but are in my dream. A little boy sat next to me, he had pale skin, dark hair but the lightest blue in his eyes, and a sweater to match the hue of his eyes. The driver in front of me, was a man with broad shoulders, and a white sweater covering them. I couldn’t see anymore of his features from my seat but the woman in the top right was gorgeous. She sat with good Posture, her pink dress hugging her curves, as long with her sweater on top. As the car drove up the dirt road on a hill, I see the man in black (his face is covered but I saw his face the last time I had this nightmare at my bffs house in Illinois but then saw him at the cafe the day after, but with a little girl with him.) then it crashes.

But here’s where things get off.

I get out of the car crashes like normal, the people that were in the car are no where to be seen, like normal. Then I turn to my right, to see the man in all black. But when I see the man, instead of starting to turning to my left and running downhill, I stand still. I stand still but firm in the ground. I, still staring at where his face would be, see him walk towards me. He walks with a slow, steady pace. Each foot touching the dirt, making a print. Soon, he is standing in front of me, with two feet of space between us. I can now see his face from underneath his hood he wore, and the wind blew. The wind had never blown in the nightmare before, but the wind hit his face, and he had no reaction.

He then focuses on my eyes, and starts to speak. His face emotionless but the words being said as a warning, I can’t remember what he said yet, but I’ll try and remember it.

If anyone could have the slightest idea to what some of this means, please say anything. Even if you think it may not help, I’ll take what I can get.