What are opponent dreams about?

Two nights ago I dreamed I was playing a game of quidditch, like real quidditch from Harry Potter, flying broomsticks and all. Instead of another sports team, our opponent was a group of Nazis straight out of WW2. The loser of the match was going to be executed. So yeah I was playing quidditch against the Nazis. Such a bizarre dream, never dreamt anything else even remotely similar to this that I can recall. Any suggestions what it means?

(Not something that would ever happen irl. I hate violence so this was an uncomfortable dream)

It was against a young, small woman who was inhumanly strong.

At first she came after me and after I decided to confront she stopped attacking me and just let me attack her, which she didn't care about at all.

After a lot of trying I went for her head and tentatively banged it against a bath stamp. She laughed and laughed as I banged her head.

But I think this was the first thing that could have had any impact on her except I couldn't do it. I said "I'm sorry for banging your head" + an explanation I can't remember, and left. She kept following me around, like she hunted me.

Did I try to kill something in myself that scares me and not succeed?

I woke up in a big grassy field in bright daylight with a giant tent on it (so big it has multiple floors/rooms). The tent was partially transparent and of bright green color.

I was holding a drink. Suddenly, it starts to rain freaking hard. So hard that the whole place, regardless of how open it was, starts to fill with water. People ran and immediately went into the "apparttents" (pun intented (pun intended))

I ran into the tent as well, but could barely make it into the hallway (there was a big tent underneath that was housed under the apartments). The water got above the tent level and the pressure of the water caused the tent to collapse a bit with me caught in the hallway. I was now underwater and stuck inside the tent, and couldn't breathe anymore.

I tried to push myself out but it was impossible, the plastic sides are now pushed so hard against me there was no way to crawl out. The water slipped away quickly, and I got out.

I walked around the tent and saw how multiple people or families were in each of the apartments.

One girl walked out. She wore a black leather coat with black pants, had a katana on her back and a black bandana around her black hair. Basically, everything about her was black.

"You're the new guy?" She asked. "Uhm, I think so," I replied. "What is this place?"
"We consider it Hel," she replied. "Random people go in but they never get out, and bad things happen every day".

"Nonsense!" I said. "This is just a dream I can get out anytime!".
The girl sighs. "Please don't, we already tried everything."

I ignored her and imagined a portal in the grass - a large stone frame appears with a hole inside, with a sign on top of it saying: "Exit".

"See?", I say with a proud smirk on my face. "Now we just have to walk inside".
"Well try it then," the girl says with a smirk on her face as well.

As I walk inside, I notice that I simply walk through the frame, ending up at the other side, while still in that world, rather than waking up.

The girl catches up: "Nothing works, it's not a dream. It's not going to do anything".

I got more annoyed now: "The fact that I can place this door makes it a dream lol, let me try one more thing..." while I focus on opening my real eyes. This time again, proving futile.

"Fuck!" I said. "Ok maybe this is something different, what do I do now?"

The girl replies: "You just have to stay and make the best of it, but really, it's not worth it. I tell you what, we organize fights until death. How about we fight and I kill you, at least you are out of your misery then..."

"But what if I win?" I ask. "You won't, you just got here 1 day. I'm heavily trained compared to you".

"Ok... if that's what we have to do.."

The next day I walk in the cage which is where the fight takes place. It's a big cage made of a leather lattice that allows the audience to look through but without being at risk.

The audience starts to fill: Humans and other creatures such as anthropomorphic crocodiles sit down and my opponent comes in.

When the fight starts, she starts to make a helicopter movement with her katana, flies up, above me, and shoots down with the point of her katana pointed to the floor, straight through my head. The last I can remember/feel is the point hitting my skull as I heard the sound of "a katana piercing a skull". Everything became black after that. And it remained black for a while until I woke up.

Okay, so weird dream I just had tonight, pretty long because I slept through the whole night uninterrupted, but most of it doesn't make sense until the end, which was pretty weird.

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I was in some parkour contest in my college, where you had to jump across a room by turns, the first person to reach the exit won, and you could also use your turn to throw something at your opponent, eliminating them if you hit them. It was the final and I was pretty ahead of my rival, just one jump away from winning, and he was getting ready to throw something at me. I crouched so that I would take the least possible space up, and he missed when he threw. I took the final jump, saw that the exit was also the prize room and felt really content as everyone was losing their sh\*t celebrating my victory.

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There was a person I really liked that came to congratulate me for my victory, and we hugged for a really long time. I was holding her with one hand on her thighs and the other on her back, her arms wrapped closely around me. When we finally let go of each other, I went to claim the prize, which was a bike. The room was full of them, so I took one and left (after repairing another small one).

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I exited the college, talked with some friends who were outside and headed back home. I realised I was in LA (don't ask, I've never been there), in some part of the town I didn't know. I started walking down the street, carrying my bike, when I saw Post Malone, and I went to tell him how much I liked his music and if we could take a picture together. He happily obliged and we took some pics while fooling around.

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Now, there's where I woke up. I found it pretty weird because I've never done parkour and I'm not that much into bikes or Post Malone. Not only that but I've been feeling sad and overwhelmed lately, so such a happy dream feels out of place. Can't make any meaning out of this, can anyone please help?

Female laywer works in the innercity with her two sons who work in the drug industry she’s trying to take down. They do this with force and encourage her to use her position to help. One day she represents an up and coming politician who unknown to her is corrupt and finds herself being arrested in her driveway only it’s not what it seems. Upon her release from prison she finds out her client is now president using the fame from her case to push him there. He had used his connections through politics to make a sham trial against her and brought false charges against her. She then goes on a tear representing first her town then district in congress and then fights for the presidency against her opponent and the patriarchy the entire way.