What are paramedic dreams about?

I want to start off with a content warning for anyone who may be sensitive to suicide discussion. I will be discussing it in this post.

Last night I had a horrible, horrible dream about getting news of my younger brother passing away due to suicide via "suffocation". That is the only detail I remember as far as the "method". My brother is very successful, he is a wonderful paramedic, has his own apartment, friends, a girlfriend, a nice car. We grew up very close, being only 4 years apart, but grew up in an abusive (physically, emotionally, verbally) household. I took the brunt of most of the abuse growing up because I am the oldest child and wanted to be strong for him. I don't doubt that he has struggled with things like anxiety, depression, issues from childhood trauma. But this dream was terrifying. Truly it was more like a nightmare.

I remember the dream being in his apartment, I was going through all of his stuff, personal PC, paper writings, journals, literally anything I could find trying to figure out why he would take his own life. I remember the panic I felt in my dream. The pain I felt in my chest and I could feel the hot tears steaming down my face as I looked frantically through his belongings. I remember banging on the walls with my fists and screaming "he could have talked to me about anything" over and over again. I found myself screaming things like "my brother is dead," "my brother is gone", "I'll never be able to see him again" etc . I remember looking at pictures of him in my dream and absolutely falling apart. When I woke up I woke up in a jolted panic, all sweaty with heavy tears steaming from my eyes.

Please please please help me figure out what this dream means. Am I going to lose my brother? What could this possibly mean? Please anyone help me with this. I have NEVER had a dream like this before and it is absolutely freaking me out. Please help me figure out what this means. Thank you in advance.

I was hanging out with my friends. All of a sudden someone comes in, I think they were wearing all black and had a hood up. I don’t know if I followed them trying to see who they were or trying to get them to leave but they stabbed me in the lower left of my stomach and I stood in shock and then laid on my back. I think my friend called emergency services. I pressed my hands over the wound. I looked over at one of my friends wanting comfort for what was going on. I was scared. I lifted up my hands to look at the wound. I was not bleeding but I seen the gash. Not too long went by and I seen emergency aid come through the door. I was on the stretcher and one of the paramedics put a mask over my face to knock me out and they injected me with something to help put me out. I lost consciousness but I was still awake in my head and felt like I could see my body from a laying down view. I felt I was still awake but not in a conscious point as if I were perhaps dead. Within seconds I slowly faded into blackness. I woke up in the emergency room in the hospital. I looked down at my stomach and I had a lot of stitches. I think I was waiting for a bed to open to be admitted to the hospital. The nurse injected me with what I assume was some kind of pain medication every now and then.

It felt so real. I want to know what your guys thoughts are for what this could mean. This kind of freaks me out!

There’s a young professional baseball player whose blood is discovered to be so rare that it has the potential to save billions of lives in an oncoming worldwide catastrophe. In order to extract the player’s blood, they need a volunteer to donate their own for him to have as a fail-safe in case something were to go wrong. In an unknown turn of events, it is determined that my blood can serve this purpose, and I’m brought to the doctor’s office for them to receive the sample. The doctor responsible is my childhood primary physician, and his words comfort me as he assures me the importance this transaction of blood has on the livelihood of our species. Everything goes smoothly, and I head home with my mom and our dog Zip with a feeling of accomplishment. The dream shoots forward to us in the front row of a professional baseball game, where the crowd is sold-out in celebration of the star player, whose blood has successfully been procured as a safety net for the human race in the onslaught of an unknown apocalyptic event. He hits a home run, inciting a wave of cheer, hysteria, and tears of joy throughout the crowd. As he rounds first base, he unexpectedly falls to the ground. His body remains motionless as paramedics rush to his side, and the crowd’s cheers slowly soften until silence consumes the stadium. I watch nervously as the paramedics attempt to perform a transfusion on the field, with what I assumed was my blood. A woman’s voice emerges on the PA system, quietly announcing that the player has passed. The tears from his home run are quickly met with tears of despair, confusion, and guilt, as I witness firsthand the failure of my blood to save the life of a hero.

Real occurrence I had this morning. I
don't know what warning sign this was
supposed to be, I'm very scared right
now.

Hi guys. This is my first time here. I had a really strange dream last night, I do if anyone can interpret this dream.

Okay so last night, I had this strange dream where I looked into my security camera and saw a bunch of paramedics come inside my house. We didn’t call them, and nobody was injured. But the neighbors we have really bad problems with directed the paramedics inside our house.

The paramedics then dropped a couple of patients in our house. One of them was a co-worker and her boyfriend.

I am so confused, and idk if that means anything.