What are mystery dreams about?

So I had this dream with, I think, a cute boy and in my dream I had a really big crush on him and and me and him were hanging out at this big cabin thing with a bunch of my friends and family. And he sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him so I could sit there but for some reason I didn’t. And I don’t think I got his name but I remember he said that he was from Georgia and he also thought I was from Georgia but I’m actually from Florida. And then I woke up in the dream again (woke up in the dream to find out it was the same dream again) and the boy didn’t know me yet and I kept trying to tell him i knew him and then yea I woke up. Only really wrote this Bc I thought it would be cool if I shared the dream with this mystery boy so mystery boy where ya at?

Just woke from a dream that was very long and detailed, but I'm stuck on a dream character who was introduced but I never got to meet.

In the dream, my aunt was going to be standing in front of my house to deliver my brother. She was going to be there with him in the early morning. This was to transfer him from one prison to another. He was my older brother, a person who does not exist in my waking life. In the dream I had only been told about him in the last 2 or 3 years. My parents would not visit him. I didn't know what he had done to be in prison but he had been there since before I was born. He was a mystery to me.

I really wanted to meet him, even to just get to look out the window and see him. I wanted to know if he was kind and remorseful, trapped in prison despite having learned his lesson, or if he was evil and sociopathic, could he kill me and feel nothing?

I deeply wanted to connect with him. But if we met I would only get a minute or two with him. I considered smoking pot right in front of him, giving off a persona that I was free and kind of a cold bitch. Making an impression, any impression would make up for the connection I truly wanted.

Even now I wish I could know him and be deeply connected to him. I think he could change me somehow.

I was myself, but I had a different name and a different life. Nobody addressed me by a name but I seemed to know that I wasn't quite the earth version of me. It was a different life, a different time, and perhaps a different planet. I was human. I was me. I belonged here somehow. I wasn't totally confused. I was just living this life calmly while experiencing the mystery. I had a baby in a stroller. It didn't appear completely human, but it had human traits. I knew it was my kid and that it had my DNA. I cared about it. I liked him. There was a sense of duty to monitor it constantly. I knew it was my job to care for it. I had no job or any other purpose. Everybody in the town showed respect and a little bit of concern. For instance, I went into a restraunt and they brought me a plate of food. They did not bring a bill. I wasn't surprised. Nobody in the town was very talkative. They seemed ok to be quiet and content even when sitting together. Nobody cared to talk about how or why they existed. The town was totally safe to walk around in. The food physically appeared to be french fries and porkchops but tasted a little off. I sensed that it was synthetic. The taste was kind of like a chicken patty with gravy from a frozen Banquet dinner. I knew that I was me. I seemed to keep repeating that thought to myself. I remembered my life on earth as myself with the name I use, but figured that life on earth was a different life I had lived. I also wondered wondered if the version of me on earth dreaming of being me. I felt like I was the guy that was dreaming. I was dreaming! The town served to help develop human/alien hybrids. Before I went to sleep I was reading about aliens, ufo's, human perception of time, life, and spacetime. I did not have a home but was welcome to stay at any place I wanted. I didn't feel compelled to ask questions. I was satisfied with my life. When I woke up on earthin my bed, I felt I could go back to that world if I went back to sleep.

I barely remember this dream since it was yesterday but I'll do my best. Also it's sorta violent

I was a normal kid that lived with a sterotypical mean uncle and for some reason whenever I looked in a certain small mirror I had, there was this blonde girl about my age that I've never seen before (in the dream and irl) and she would talk to me about stuff, it was the wierdest thing ever. I tried asking her who she was and why she was in a mirror but she always changed the subject.

Eventually high school came around and in my class was the girl! In the flesh! (Still in the dream)

Turns out she had moved from somewhere and was moving right next to me. I tried to act like I had never seen her before, and she was sorta acting wierd as well. When we were alone at the end of the day I decided to show her the mirror, and she was sorta freaked out, but then she showed her own mirror with me inside of it.

When the two mirror people saw each other they freaked out and cracked.

We were both shocked because both of our lifelong mirror friends had both heckin died.

However behind the broken mirror glass, there was a little slip of paper for both of us, we put it together and there was a house address. We traded phone numbers, agreed to meet up to go to the address and went home.

Uncle was hella mad that I got home late. And turns out that the girl had a mean Aunt as well. (Big sad)

Unfortunately I don't remember a big chunk.

I was sneaking over to the girl's house to help her escape from the mean aunt, I was almost there when uncle saw me and rushed over. He was probably about to whallop me when he saw the mean aunt through a window and let me go.

Uncle: That god**mn b**ch had another child, I thought I divorced that piece of sh*t.

We sneaked in together, uncle probably wanted to beat the shit out of his divorced wife's sister.

The aunt came down from the second floor and threw the girl at me, (yikes) she landed on a couch tho.

I grabbed a vase and smashed it on the ground for some goddamn stupid reason. I remember thinking, this worked before so it'll work again.

I guess the broken vase made a sharp minefield of a sort so i grabbed the girl and got the hell outta there.

We probably went to the police because the next part of the dream I remember is the mean aunt and uncle getting convicted of child abuse.

At the end, I was grinning from ear to ear, and i started to giggle a bit, and i did a sarcastic salute at them "see ya"

I smiled at the girl and started to laugh and cry out of joy, she smiled back and I did a massive jump for joy and punched the air. Time froze like a movie and a black circle closed in on us like the end if a buggs bunny cartoon.

THE END

Credits rolled and for some reason I was the one credited with all the parts of it, even the actors.

In the end I never was able to go to the address in the dream, I don't even remember it irl. Why the hell were there miniature versions of ourselfs in mirrors? What the heck was going on????

I had this dream in which I was in this bus most of the time, driving to schools checking them out ('Cause it's about time to go to another school and I was checking them out seeing how they were run and what you did etc) and I sat next to this person who knew my name, but I didn't know him.
So naturally I asked him how he knew me, he responded with "Don't you remember, I lived with you and your parents back in 2008!" (FYI I'm 15 now, so I was like 6 then) and I was confused so I asked a lotta questions like "How did I not remember?" "Did my parents make me forget?" "Why don't you live with me anymore", but he didn't answer my questions.
Like a day passes by, I'm in this bus again, asking a few questions, this repeats until, I think, he was about to answer a few questions, then I woke up.

I really liked this dream, was kinda like a mystery, but the mystery didn't get solved.