What are paying attention dreams about?

So for context, my relationship with this person is strained at the moment. I have intense romantic feelings for this person and though they say they reciprocate, their feelings will always come second to our friendship. Oh, and they have a live-in girlfriend. Yes i know thats fucked up. We've met IRL once and it was so awesome, but i had to share them w their gf a lot of the time. Now I've been trying to express my feelings and concerns about the friendship/tie to this person but they suck at responding to me, so I have half a mind to call them on the phone and just let loose. BUT ANYWAY

Onto the dream...

So this is what I remember. I was at someone's house, and they and their girlfriend were upstairs hanging out. I was in the living room with a different friend smoking. All of a sudden I get a video call from my friend from upstairs. I answer and they tell me their dog just got gutted????? And Im like HUH??????? So he shows me the gash on camera. The dog is still alive but in pain. And im like holy FUCK what happened???? I dont remember exactly what they responded with but I was like thats fucked. So I rush upstairs to see if the dog is okay. Magically, the wound is healed. Red and inflamed but no longer a gash. And im like what in the fuck?????

So I came to the conclusion in the dream that one of them had maimed the dog to get my attention and once they had it, healed the dog of its injuries.

Anyone have any idea what this could mean? I can give more context if need be

I had a really vivid dream a couple months ago.

It started with me just standing outside an old rundown gas stations. It looked like no one had been there in years, and no one else was around. I walked inside and I saw three figures sitting at a table on the right, but I didn't pay much attention to them. The only thing not covered in dust and rust was a shiny new vending machine to the left. There was no employees behind the counter, in fact, the counter was completely torn apart.

I walked to the vending machine to get a snack. As im looking I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and my boyfriend is standing there. But hes standing weird, he seemed more confident then usual. I now see the other two people at the table. They're both also my boyfriend, but they were different. One looked meaner and was wearing a baggy tshirt. The other was sitting with their legs crossed, smiling at me kindly, and he was wearing my clothes. It was kinda like his feminine and masculine sides, and the one that tapped me on the shoulder was more like normal him, he was the "leader". It wasn't too weird cause sometimes he is more masculine, talking about football (soccer) and play fighting with me. Other times hes more feminine, he'll wear my clothes and makeup and watch rupaul's drag with me. So I think my brain just split him into 3 different people. (Imma just call them main boyfriend, feminine boyfriend, and masculine boyfriend to tell them apart)

The main guy asked me how im doing. I just said im good. He introduced me to the other two, and they both said hi. I started to get really nervous, and I didn't know why. I started having a panic attack, and main boyfriend reached out to comfort me, which freaked me out even more. I screamed for them not to touch me, I didn't want anyone near me. I ran to the corner and curled up into a ball. I was breathing heavily and crying and I didn't know what was going on. My boyfriend's circled around me, but gave me some space. They kept asking me what was wrong, but I didnt know. I just kept screaming and telling them to not get near me. My main boyfriend just stood up, walked over, and sat down on the ground next to me. He just "well, now im next to you" and a wave of calm rushed over me. I immediately stopped screaming and crying. I just looked over at him, and he was smiling at me.

Then I woke up, that was the end of the dream. Does anyone have any ideas on what this might mean?

okay so throughout this past week i’ve been experiencing something very stressful. The first time, I “woke up” to my body shaking. It’s hard to describe but it felt like something was forcing this upon me. I then “woke up” again to this same thing. It happened once more before I actually awoke. Something similar has happened the following nights as well, but last night was the worst. In my dream, I “woke up” and dragged myself out of bed, hardly able to move. I felt terrified, but i’m not sure of what. Crawling to my door, I attempted to scream, but hardly anything was coming out. I tried banging on my bedroom door to get my moms attention from the other room. Next thing I know, i’m “waking up” again. I did the same things, but this time tried clawing at my skin and banging my head on the door, trying my hardest to wake myself up. It happened one more time but this time I was so weak i couldn’t get myself out of the bed. I bit the inside of my cheek trying to wake up but it didn’t work. I guess I eventually fell into a deeper state of sleep. This morning I realized i have bite marks inside my cheek. This entire situation has seriously been freaking me out. Any advice????????

I dreamt that I was in my university classroom, and the professor said that since a (fictional) classmate and me had done some homework or something, we didn't have to attend the extra class the next Monday (a holiday in my dream). Then I found myself in a car with someone else (maybe said classmate, I don't remember) and we were talking about so many suggestions people gave us about rituals and self-care things to do, and we joked that we barely had time to go to class and work, so how were we gonna find time to meditate in the morning and do all that stuff.

Then I found myself in a car either alone or with my family on some sort of road trip somewhere resembling my home country/region, like a mountainous area with the typical curvy road. The mountains (like in my home country) were eroded with brownstone columns so to speak. They looked like [this](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DmlMogCX4AEg5AR.jpg). On the radio, they were talking about an important touristic site. Then I saw that on top of the mountain there was a poor neighborhood, and in those houses they were selling gas for cars on the road. I looked at the mountain and saw a sculpure carved into it. The head was like [those on Easter Island](https://cdn.cnn.com/cnnnext/dam/assets/190111092720-easter-island-moais-file-restricted.jpg), and the body was a sphynx. It was all made of brownstone, like the mountain.

I then understood that I was in [San Agustin Archaeological Park](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Agust%C3%ADn_Archaeological_Park) (even tho it looks nothing like that IRL). I thought to myself that it was so sad that we were in such an invaluable place and yet people didn't notice and only went there to fill their gas tanks before going on their merry way. Then I looked down to the mountain once again and realized it wasn't the one statue, but the whole mountain was full of those sculpures instead of the brownstone columns, arranged like some sort of fractal or collage. It was really weird.

This has never happened to me before and its kind of freaking me out. Im wondering if anyone else has experienced this before because nobody in my circles that I asked ever had.

This is the dream:

This was a few nights ago and im still fucked about it.

I was at my childhood home, my parents were really old and frail (75/80’s, they’re actually in their 40’s irl) I felt like i was 24/25 (Im 19). The tv was on and I was cleaning not paying attention when the tv had a really loud alarm. The news guy said that america has fallen and showed huge street fights with fire everywhere and people getting shot and falling by the hundreds. The same dude came back on with another alert and said that the outsider countries that were waiting to attack have just declared war too. The phone rang and I watched my younger brother (18) answer it and hang up. I couldn’t hear him or anything else. He didnt say anything but him and my other brother (17) went upstairs, got a bag and left the house. I knew they got drafted to fight and I knew they didnt say anything bc they weren’t going to come back. My dad got up and hobbled to the door and said he had to protect the family, but I knew he didn’t want to go. He was doing it out of duty, and everyone knew he was too old he would die for certain. My mom was crying and so was my little sister (9) and so was I. Then there was another emergency alarm on the tv to immediately get underground and put something between your teeth and bite down, North Korea was coming. I got my family to go the basement and I was coming behind them, still upstairs when I looked out the window and saw a blinding white light growing and I knew I was going to die right then and I had this huge feeling that I had let it get to that point. It was MY fault that it did.
The light became everything and then it became all dark and my eyes adjusted to see that I was in a moving hallway of sorts. It in space, made out of space, and I could see outside of the area but I was confined to the inside. It was like a black space snake and I was inside riding it like a train. Some of the space scales of the snake worked as doors and I could go into points of time in the future/past, of my life which was a tiny section of it overall and in general too. I looked inside one room but I didn’t go in. It was just trees in a swamp. I opened this other door that had a vibe™️ to it and instantly I was met with this warm yellow glowing light that filled the entire room (which had no walls, it was just the light) and it had the MOST loving feeling ever. It felt like the ultimate motherly warm love ever and I could just melt into it and be happy and safe forever and I was about to step in when the light shifted and formed the face of a lady. The lady opened her eyes and looked directly dead in my eyes and without opening her mouth or anything she said loud and clear: Speak. The sound was in my body and everywhere at the same time.

And then I woke up. And I remained fucked up because I’ve never died in a dream and continued dreaming ever before.

Also my interpretation of the dream was: i have to speak on what ive been meaning and KNOW i need to speak on in order to not let bad things happen. Im trying to write a book and Ive been too scared to start.