What are prince dreams about?

So to begin, I'm an unnamed Prince in like Sweden or someplace, and there's this guy who's canonically my dad, let's call him Onani Pillesnopp as a tribute to the Swedish language.

Onani says some gay shit before turning me into some weird combo of Moses and Harry Potter by putting me in a basket in the sea and letting me float away as his castle is fucking invaded. I wash up somewhere in like Queens or Brooklyn and I get found by this old, super kind African guy who just fucking takes me home. Keep in mind, this is if moses was 10 years old after floating away and travelled the whole ass Atlantic.

So I'm raised by this nice old man for a few years and he has a strange love for making burger patties with noodles for some reason but it actually tasted really nice. He already had two kids like 15 or 16 so they all just sort of become my adopted family.

So one day while my adoptive dad is making noodle burgers, this outlaw with a dark grey hat, a proper fucking cowboy, just storms through the front door to my small apartment and shoots my two siblings near a window. My dad runs from the kitchen to see what the noise was and gets shot as well, his body dropping to the floor in a pile by the window whare his kids laid. The cowboy dude smirks and leaves with two mercenaries by his side.

I start seriously fucking weeping for a few minutes before going over to the kitchen to 'Finish what my father started' by eating one of the noodle burgers. Then, plot twist, its a dream within a dream. I'm interrupted by my IRL dad coming up from the pile of bodies and saying that he also wants one of whatever the fuck I'm eating. I'm asking whatever he's doing in my dream as I'm somehow aware I'm dreaming but not really. He says he heard me talk in my sleep all night and had been listening for SEVEN HOURS and still didn't understand the plot and thought I'd been adopted by him, my IRL dad, along with his mother and grandmother, dressed in white blue dresses. I go 'what the fuck', IRL dad leaves, and the dream continues.

I look out the window after the cowboy dude has left, but I can't see him. Bear in mind, I'm probably standing on my adoptive dad's corpse at this point as he's supposed to be right under me. I drag the curtains in front of the bloodstained windows and look around for a gun I knew my adoptive dad had. It's in his sock drawer, apparently, a tribute my brain probably made to an Easter egg hunt from when I was 6 years old btw.

I start following the news, but it's a combination of the 1880s and the 1990s so culture is a little wack. I grow a stubble as I run from newspaper stand to newspaper stand before realising they're all selling the same one and I've wasted too much money. I start buying one of each new edition of the news because I came to my senses. The police never came to check the gunshots, and that was good for me. I didn't want to have an on paper reason to go kill the cowboy dude.

I buried my family and finally saw something in the news. The cowboy dude has been sighted near New Haven, and I steal a horse from my racist neighbor who'd harassed my dad and I ride away from wherever in New York I was.

I arrive in New Haven and discreetly start asking around, and I find out that some western looking motherfucker had rushed into Yale University to 'contact professor Indiana Jones' and I knew exactly who he was but that didn't matter to me, I snuck into Yale too.

I found the cowboy dude delivering a package to Indiana Jones who was dressed like a typical desk worker woman in an 80s movie. The cowboy dude shakes his hand before walking away, into a hallway. Those two mercenaries are still by his side, and I have a gun in hand, so I yell some dumb shit, he turns around and I make a shit eating grin and just shoot him in the balls like 4 times before being gunned down myself, almost dying. But it seems the cowboy dude went outside, dick more limp than a biscuit, and a drink guy slammed him into a wall and kidnapped him to collect a bounty from some sherif who hung him a week later. Happy ending, except I'm all alone with American hospital bills and the cops didn't need to think very hard to know I shot the dude but it didn't matter as it turned out he had a price on his head set by the law anyway so that probably didn't lead to anything. Most cinematic ass dream I've had

I was back in college but being bullied and treated poorly by a lot of people despite this everyone wanted me to do them a favor. Whenever someone was rude I would defend myself and leave. I went to the library bookstore to buy something maybe a sweater and there was a really long line in this tiny library bookstore. People kept asking me to help them find books because they couldn't get out of line or they had just arrived and needed help to find things before it closed. I knew in my dream I would be able to get the item I wanted so I helped. I think I was looking for an adult friendly "children's" book similar to The Little Prince but it had a fun looking monster on the cover that looked like it was from Where the Wild Things are but the animation style was modern and Japanese. I think it was a Japanese book.

I’ll start by saying I dispise the monarchy and they should be abolished but last night I had a dream that I was in the general vicinity when William was with his wife Kate and their kids, they were doing some PR campaign eating outside a cafe, the road was sandy and dusty, a young man came out and attacked William in a brutal manner, he beat him and then pulled down his trousers, lying in the dirt, his wife screamed in horror and ran off with his kids and the Prince lay in the dirt with news cameras on him, in a state of shameful weakness, coddled his whole life he had not the mental strength to deal with his assault, he lay there for a minute or two, no will to get up, he just lay there paralyzed in fear, I both pitied him and felt disgusted at him, I felt he knew his entire life would be defined by this moment”a future glorious king” lying semi naked in the dirt, to weak to get up while the world watched,paralyzed in fear, a coward, I felt his humiliation and I pitied him but his weakness, his lack of resolve and fortitude sickened me and I felt disgusted by him.
What did it mean?

I had a somewhat bittersweet dream today. I dreamt I was somewhat of a prince or the son of a mob boss, something along the lines of that. My retainers had organized a date for me. The date was going to take place in the garden of a house. I didn’t pay much attention to the house due to the beauty of the garden. It had a massive hedge as a wall and it was surrounded by more plants. I was sitting on a typical fancy restaurant table with a white tablecloth. At my side there was a projector playing a movie. I was somewhat bored while waiting for my date. I didn’t feel any real interest in meeting someone new as I feel I’ve been too focused on other matters in my life. Then she shows up. A blonde sits down at the table. She was wearing a red dress that perfectly fit her. I can’t perfectly remember her facial features but I do remember her lower face. She had a beautiful smile and a nice jawline. We began eating dinner while watching the movie. Before long she grows bored and stands up. She quickly says while hurrying off “follow me”. I am confused but I quickly stand up from the table to pursue her. She goes behind the house to a pool which I didn’t know of. The pool was under a roof and it was dark besides the light that reached it from the house. She jumped in and said “Come on, follow me. Or are you scared?” While showing her beautiful smile. I doubted doing it. “What about my clothes and my shoes and my phone...” but before I finished that thought my body jumped into the pool. It was as if my body moved by itself. And I’m glad it did. As I swam along her I stopped feeling the weight of my clothes. I stopped feeling anything else. I was there, floating in the dark alongside her. She lead me to a pillar on the pool and we hid behind it. Then she kissed me. It was such a euphoric sensation that it felt like an out of body experience. I could see us kissing from outside. She rested her face on my chest and I felt loved. But as suddenly as this happened, it was taken away from me. Some of retainers made their way to the pool. She tried to hide by the pillar but they found her. As they took her away by she had such a painful look in her eyes. It was almost as if she were fearful and sorry. My retainers took her away without her really fighting it. I should have done something. But I just remained in the pool shocked. After remaining in the pool for a while I got out. I was shocked, and I didn’t know what to feel. As I got out of the pool I noticed my head retainer sitting beside the pool. His name was Polpo and he said in a cold voice “You’d knew this would happen if you broke the rules”. After those words came out of his mouth I knew what I was supposed to feel. Rage. Pure unadultered rage. The feeling was so intense the ground shifted beneath me. The last thing I saw before waking up was the look of pure fear in Polpo’s eyes. In other circumstances I would have enjoyed punishing him. But I only felt a vast emptiness. I was missing her in my heart and nothing would replace her.

(sorry for my grammar and punctuation at times. I felt my sentence structure was kinda weird)

I think it’s every October 17th I have the EXACT same dream, only one thing changes (I’ll say later)

Dream: I’m the king of the “world” and we just won the battle of the universe, we go back to celebrate with a giant pool party and I do a bellyflop from outer space. Turns out my clan was trying to kill me, I immediately hit the ground and die. My body gets left there and built over
And the dream kind of goes into a 3rd person time lapse of what happens to the city..
I get reborn as the prince of the town and turns out the whole town has been killed by “The Butcher”
He turns people into turkeys and kills them by cooking them alive. I’m sitting down and he finds me and i find out he tortures you by burning you and whispering in your ear and the I turn into a turkey. I go to the vision of the other prince who comes and saves me. The Butcher when he’s about to die counts down from 24 every year. Last year he was at 11. So just looking for some help with this