What are pari dreams about?

I am going to cut most of it out since I don’t remember it well but summed up I simply ran past a down the right hand side of a building that looked like the US Embassy in Paris. Except there were no other buildings. Anyway here is where shit got weird. I go down these feudal Japan style stairs(well I technically jumped from the top to about 3/4 down since there were so many, I was unharmed) and I ended up in a room with a straw floor and these wooden dolls everywhere that had long black hair and were wearing black/red sailor uniforms with a long black dress. However there were two dolls that looked male as they had short black hair and were wearing black jackets and pants. They were both holding up what looked like a stuffed cat. The straw on the floor suddenly all stood up and the girl who was with me said “bow” so the girl, the other guy with us and I all prostrated ourselves and a giant blade (the length of the room) passed over our heads and made a swoosh sound. We stayed that prostrated and another blade came at a lower level which cut our arms and legs off at their halfway point, I then heard “the Pentant man may pass”. My vision then cut to what appear to be a green cannon ball crashing through a cinema and stopping in the screen. People were screaming and vomiting. I specially remember a woman who looks like my mother being cleanly cut in half. My vision then panned to myself, I was in a green hoodie and a white shirt with jeans, I had blood on me (just a few splashes, it was also on my hands) the people from the cat room were also there and had blood on them. One of us said “well then” and I woke up. For extra info this dream occurred within 5 hours of me falling asleep. Also the girl with me looked like the female dolls from the cat room. I had Snow White hair and was in a school uniform with an aqua blazer, white dress shirt and long brown pants, my hair was also Snow White and short. While in reality it is brown and long. I also do not own a green hoodie but I down own (and regularly wear) white t-shirts. The people with me in my dream I do not know in real life either.

I had quite a strange and vivid nightmare.

I was living in a parallel world where I was one of *the Chosen*; there were 12 of us who had special powers, but the CIA got information about us, and would try to lock up us or reprogramme us to use for their own nefarious purposes, sort of like the "precogs" in the movie Minority Report (dir: Spielgberg, 2002 based on a 1956 story by Philip K. Dick). Anyhow, the CIA were interested in me because I had the ability to not only see into the future, but to *alter* the future, which was a big deal to them. I was one of 11 who were found, but the 12th person was missing and couldn't be located (possibly because of death?- unclear)

Anyhow, as the dream progressed, it was discovered that the entire world was enslaved due to a single, brilliant ideology that money enslaved us all to the Central Banks. Then, all of a sudden Barack Obama came and gave a presentation about how it worked, regarding the Central Banks' tools of inflation, deflation, usury (interest) and he gave a detailed diagram about how we can overcome the Central Banking tools and the idea was so simple, we all had an "a-ha" moment, except that I already knew of this idea, like a memory being reborn again.

I was in great danger because I not only knew and understood this idea, I knew how to exactly *implement* this idea. Barack Obama wanted to implement this idea, but in the last moment, he somehow gave up because he felt powerless against the Central Banks.

In this world, everyone's thoughts were categorized to a degree in which every movement we made was analyzed and predicted, but I was somehow unpredictable to this programme. When they got ahold of the information that I was one of the Chosen, they reprogrammed me via wifi, (YES WIFI lol!) to become super materialistic, love shopping and hate certain people. They kept implanting/ inundating me with thoughts to hate and spend, spend, spend and be motivated by money. Apparently, the CIA could control people via wifi, to alter our brain waves while we were sleeping and implant thoughts into our unconscious that would take shape when we woke. I felt so trapped and unhappy and they told me if I didn't do what they wanted, they would make me commit suicide and I would jump off some building when they took ahold of my conscious state.

I became really afraid, and started to withdraw and think of my escape path. There were two men I was to choose between: Menelaus or Paris. Both men loved me, but if I chose wrong, there would be a great war.

This put immense pressure on me because I didn't know which choice would cause the war. In the dream, I loved both men for different reasons and I wanted to do the right thing and save the world, and just as I was about to make a decision, I woke up.

Thoughts, anyone?

I sleep soundly every night, but I rarely dream. And while a lot of people say, “you do dream, but you forget about it,” that doesn’t make sense to me. When I’m asleep, I can feel time moving around me, so I don’t fall asleep and immediately awake. And when I do dream, I pretty much immediately know. Not because of anything specific, but because it feels more like a VR game than an experience. Fewer details, weird FOV, sudden terms appearing in my head such as “rural Paris.” And I always remember most of what happens in the dream, down to small details, for days after the dream itself.

So do I just not dream or is it truly a case of me forgetting these experiences that to me seem rather… unforgettable?

Many years ago i had a drem, very long and vivid, set in the 30s/40s, in wich a circus clown and a woman fell in love. But their love was somehow impossible, and even though they wanted to stay together she had to move to Paris, far distant from her lover. I don't think they ever got back again, but I know their love was everlasting.
Now, i really liked the idea and thought about it for long, feeling some kind of deep connection to it, and even considering writing a story about it to make it a little more real. But then something happened...I found a photo of a tattoo on Tumblr, wich I'll post here, that depicted almost the exact dream I had. The clown in the tattoo is some kind of pierrot, but the rest is eerely identical: the woman, the circus, Paris, the vintage clothing... That really creeped me out, and me being so strangely attached to this story, i wrote to the tattoo artist asking if he knew more about the idea behing the design or the woman who asked for it, but he nerver answered.
I since then searched everywhere for anything that could be related to a story like this, but i then again found nothing.
I created an account here because I know this is a place where mysteries can be solved, and I really need your help. Since this is my first time on Reddit I don't really know it this is the brst section to post this, but i have to start somewhere.
Could this be a tale, a poem, a movie or a story from a book i don't know of or something like that? Do you know the tattooed girl?
If you have any clues or tips please write them, anything may be crucial for me.
Thank you

In my real life I am jobless and estranged from my family and all friends. I am completely alone. I have been in psychotherapy since January and my therapist is the only person I interact with. I am learning about my anxious-avoidant attachment and obsessive personality with him. I am on a reverse sleep wake cycle and just woke up at 7 pm. I dreamt that I visited Paris with my parents and my youngest brother, who still lives with them. I learned that an old very close friend, who I have been missing, was also in the city and I met up with her and her family. I am a gay woman. They had lavish parties with many guests as they do in real life. I became angry with my family and I decided to go stay with my old friend instead. My family was agitated with my decision and left Paris, giving up on my forever. At the friend’s party, I learned that she was in love with a showy man who was conducting a weekly game with over 20 female participants. He did not even notice my friend, but she was still hopeful for his love. As the party died down I cleaned up a table of food scraps and found 2 oysters. I ate one, and then, thinking better of it, threw the other into the trash bag. Later I watched my old friend remove makeup from her face and reveal a blue text face tattoo above her right eye. I became angry and ripped her hair from her head as she shrunk down to the size of a baby in the sink, smiling, laughing and unbothered as the large tuft of hair pulled out into my hands. Then I went to the airport and found myself naked on a bench under a white blanket outside of TSA security. My little brother called me, frustrated with our parents, and told me that he had seen a one eyed poisonous spider drop from a tree but they did not believe him. I realized I had no money to get home and I was alone so I would need to sleep on the streets.