What are pizza dreams about?

One of my friend said “I aint never been a n**** and had pizza THIS good!!” and everyone laughed. I snapchatted what he said and it became viral.. then I woke up.

I live in south east asia. I am not black. We don’t even have Papa John’s here. What the fuck is this dream supposed to mean?

Last night, I had a very vivid dream.

My Father walked up to me and sat on a railing. He asks me how I am doing and what my day was like. As I was telling him, he started slowly leaning back. I put my arm around his back to hold him up, I didn't realise he was trying to fall. He started leaning back further as I was telling him about my day, until he was dangling by his knees. Looking at me in the eyes, not saying anything as I was crying "no, no, no" and screaming for help.

I woke up at midnight in tears and for 5 minutes I squeezed a bar next to my bed and didn't move, silently, tears fell down my face.

I felt his love, I don't know how to explain it, but I just felt at that moment that he loved me and how he was hurting. It felt like he had no choice, ran out of options, forced, i'm not sure. I woke up before he fell, I'm not sure if it means anything. I woke up in tears, meaning I was crying in my sleep.

The dream was so vivid. I remember everything, it was a place we had been at on holidays a week ago, it was a pizza bar that me and my family members would frequent for 2 weeks since the 10th. I remember his face, looking at me, his lightly shaven beard (which he hasn't had for years), he looked defeated, he was wearing jeans, a blue button up shirt. I remember which direction he was walking from, him looking at me and the floor as he was walking towards me, him breathing heavily from jumping onto the railing, the strangers in the pizza bar, talking and eating. I could remake it exactly.

My father and I never got along, he would hit me. But he loves me. I know he loves me. He hits me for terrible reasons. I don't want to get into too much detail about that, but he loves me more than anything, and he wants the best for me, but he still hits me. I love him too. We had a fight on the the holiday. It was over nothing, he started calling me really bad stuff and took my phone and all my clothes. He said what I said was rude, but even my grandparents and uncle and auntie all kept telling my Dad I wasn't being rude. We didn't talk for 2 days. But I love my dad and he loves me, like every other dad and son. For as long as we remember we have been fighting.

I would really appreciate it if someone would help me figure out what this meant.

It was a random event that no one expected. I was at a pizza place, picking up my takeaway when I ran into an old acquaintance. She was loudly discussing how no other worlds or realms were real but how the worlds created by authors and storytellers were real, tangible things you could visit in their stories. She used the Dreaming City is Destiny 2 as an example.

I caught up with her outside at told her she had a lovely voice for audiobooks but also that I disagreed with her view on the non-existence Of other worlds, realms, and realities.

At that point I looked up at the night sky and saw Jupiter, looking almost as large as the moon but not as bright (it was also a full moon in the dream). Our attention was taken from the discussion completely and we were completely focused on the sight of Jupiter in the sky. Soon, a crowd formed outside to see this celestial miracle; no one has ever seen Jupiter that close. We were all awestruck and kind of amazed.

That was pretty much the rest of the dream; me hanging around as more people trooped in to get a look.

Shortly afterwards I woke up and I felt extraordinarily calm and *happy*. I really felt like I had witnessed something amazing.

I’m not an eloquent writer, but this crap was so vivid. But it was so vivid that I just want someone to hear and give some of input of what it could mean.

As the title states, combat veteran, now I work in bank investigations, pretty boring stuff. So I’m so unsure of where it came from or what it could mean:

I go into a pizza/sub shop on the ground floor of a city, place an order via mobile device. They come out with a pizza box for delivery and I said that it was mine. They corrected me and said this was for delivery to Town N Country Tampa [where I’m from]. I said, “maybe the mobile version acted up,” but it was for sure mine. They refuse to give me my food.

This building as adjacent to an establishment I work at [in my dream] (or know people at) and I tell the manger, who I knew, about my issue with the place next door. They say they’d take care of it.

Next time I wake up, I’m on a very steep uphill grassy mountain being told to “blend in to the grass so they don’t see us.” I lay as still as possible and the beings overhead pass us by. There aren’t many people in the same situation, maybe 20-30 on this grassy and steep embankment.

I wake up again and am on a cot on a 3rd floor, where the pizza building can be seen from the window. I look at the building out of the wide windows and remember my last time awake. Someone yells, “they’re here!” So I lay and blend in again. The ones who didn’t blend in got violently beaten on the back of their legs by a force who flew over. The force wasn’t human, some kind of planned robot attack.

I wake up again and have to pee. Next to my cot, which was among 50ish cots, was a community group of bathrooms. I run in to pee and the first stall had shit everywhere. I was barefoot and grossed out, so I run to the next stall...and the next...and the next. Until I find a much larger restroom, it had bloody poop in the toilet, but the floors were semi-clean, so I flush the toilet and need to pee. While that happened, a group of guard-type of men came in and demanded I halt so they could check the bathroom. The lifted the top of the tank to the toilet and investigated for a minute. They turn around and inspect a refrigerator behind us.

In the refrigerator they find pieces of the guts to the toilet, and accuse me of [I can’t remember the word, but it was something similar to ‘gas lighting’] hiding multiple items in various places to put together later.

I wake up again, I’m directly outside of this room with 50ish cots and people. There’s a large group of windows that overlook the same pizza shop. I look to my right and see the most handsome guy ever. He has black hair, defined chin, and a small mole on the left side of his face. I look over and say, “oh my, you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.” He laughs and says, “I know honey, you tell me every day.”

From his statement, I realize that we have met before, but I don’t remember it. Then, I get frantic and point to the pizza shop below and exclaim, “I think I know how we were taken! It’s from that pizza shop.” He says I tell him it every day and he already knows what I’m going to say about how we were taken.

“Your ‘friends’ are coming,” he tells me. “You better get back in there.” He’s talking about the adjacent room with the cots. So, I run in and lay down on the ground, hoping to blend in and not succumb to the leg beatings by the robot forces...but I lose the last time. I was beaten and fall asleep again.

And I woke up from my dream/nightmare at about 5am.

I had a very scary nightmare last night. I was watching The Office (a show I have never seen before or even like) for the first time with my MIL on the couch. Once my husband got home we went for a walk. We started walking through the woods eating uncooked, raw, and cold frozen pizzas. We ended up throwing most of the pizzas like frisbees into the air after a few bites. Then we reached a building where we went inside to take a watercolour class.

While taking the class my estranged mom storms inside asking to talk to me. Everyone is now staring at me. I felt scared and dragged her by the arm into the nearby elevator. The only problem is that she was now a talking pink colored vinyl record. I broke her up into pieces and walked out of the elevator to the third floor of the building. I kept asking myself if this was murder, but I told myself it couldn't be since she was just a record. I looked around and there were nurses acting as guards to every door nearby. I walked back to the elevator and there was now a trash can that wasn't there before. I disposed of the record pieces and went back to the watercolour class. The teacher said as I got there that my husband left.

I went back on the elevator as fast as I could to leave holding a paintbrush in my hand. I started walking and phoned my in-laws. I was chatting to my MIL and then the lady came on to say I've been placed on hold. I wandered into a parking lot at that point and tried to ring my husband. Straight to voicemail every time until he finally picked up. He said he didn't know what to think and hung up.

I walked all the way to a stranger's house and asked them if they knew my FIL and how to get to his house. They gave me directions in the same pattern of my MIL's phone lock screen.

I reached the house and opened the door. Nobody noticed me. I went upstairs to my husband's old room. He didn't want to see me. I tried talking to him calmly, but he asked me to leave. He said he didn't want me anymore. I then started to cry and shouted that I was going to go kill myself then. I threw the paintbrush at him and it got lodged in his cheek. This is where he told me I can't kill myself because I need to Google for him if I've hit a main artery. I told him that I moved mountains for him and that he didn't seem to care so I started walking out the door.

He then told me I couldn't leave until I made out with him. I started to feel all warm and fuzzy again. I climbed on top of him and started making out until he got really hard and we had sex. Next thing I know is we are moaning really loud and I've had such an intense orgasm that I wake up in real life.

It was really bizarre. I've never had anything like this happen before.