What are prostitute dreams about?

I don’t remember much context. We’re on this decently big trampoline that has those mesh walls to keep you from flying off the side. The trampoline is in the middle of a cobblestone street in a Victorian England type of town. It’s nighttime. The only light is coming from the bright moonlight and oil street lamps. It’s just me with 6 women who I know are prostitutes even though that fact is never mentioned. A single word is never uttered throughout this entire dream.

We’re bouncing on this trampoline together. I’m just kind of bouncing/rolling around, making out with different prostitutes, feeling them up, doing sexual, hand stuff to them as I strip them naked piece by piece. They moan, kiss me, and make out with me, but the prostitutes don’t do anything sexual to me.

As I take off each article of clothing, I throw it into the street towards the crowd of onlookers who have appeared to watch us. I remain completely clothed for the whole dream. Sometimes I’ll be doing sexual things to just one girl at a time, and sometimes it’ll be a pile of 2 or 3 or more girls kissing me and kissing each other.

I get to the point where 5 of the 6 women are completely naked. The 6th girl is standing at the mesh wall of the trampoline, looking outwards. I didn’t realize until this moment that she looks almost identical to how my ex-wife looked when we had first met, only this prostitutes was more slim and slender.

The world feels silent and empty now. The crowd is gone. It feels like I am alone with this girl who looks like my ex-wife. She was only wearing panties and a buttoned shirt that was completely unbuttoned and open, barely covering her nipples while exposing her chest and abdomen.

A cop on a horse and buggy casually trots past us. I walk up behind this girl and grab her panties in order to strip them off of her. Her body turns stiff. I can tell by her body language that she does not want me to strip her completely naked, so I stop.

She relaxes. I hold her by the waist from behind as I admire her body. There’s this feeling of comfort that I know we both are feeling. The image of her pale skin shining in the moonlight is burned into my memory. I couldn’t look away from her cleavage and her abdomen. I soon wake up.

Some background on me: I'm 16 years old, female, and currently going to be a junior in highschool in September and hopefully school will return 100% full time. I have anxiety, depression and a rape surviver. I have had one relationship since then that didn't last long. I am now currently with the love of my life and we just had our one year anniversary a few days ago, but he recently went away at a boot camp so you could say that I have been emotional for those few days.

Some background from my relationship with (Kevin): For the sake of writing this post, I'll call him Kevin. I may post the absolute unit of a story on r/letsnotmeet , but I'll share a few things for you to get an idea what Kevin was like. Behind my back he referred to me as "whore" and "slut". Kevin would rarely let me eat lunch whether it was on or off campus, because he wanted to spend the entire lunch period making out and feeling me up, even when I told him I wasn't up for it. It got to the point where he was forcing oral sex on me. After three months I broke up with him he threatened to kill himself and started stalking me. Just weeks before Covid first hit, my close friend and I worked very hard that he couldn't come find where I live.

Finally, on to the nightmare.
Kevin spotted me at school and didn't approach me and stalked me like he did. I decided to walk home instead of the bus so if he decided to follow me home I have more opportunities to mislead him. Surprise, surprise, he tried to follow me home. I know not to lead him to where my neighborhood is, let alone my house. I lead him to a grocery store that only sells whole organic foods. I go inside in hope that I get help. I move quickly to the nearest alise and pretend to be looking at a smoothie and I heard him walk in too. When an employee asks me if I need anything I quietly say that another student is trying to follow me home and I don't feel safe. She nods and leaves to let the other employees know and to have someone a few feet away from me in the aisle. I continued to pretend to look at products and kept track of where I was in the store. I was in the dried fruit and nuts section. Something, idkf what, told me Kevin had a tree nut allergy. (I have no clue if Kevin has a tree nut allergy irl). The moment the employee leaves, Kevin finds me and makes small talk which I was very uncomfortable with so I ignored him and keept pretending to look at products. The small talk progressively got more and more aggressive but I kept ignoring him. Eventually he trys to grab me but I grabbed a macadamia nut and shoved it in his mouth and covered his mouth so he wouldn't spit it out. Within moments he was on the ground, shaking and swollen, until he was dead. Employees called paramedics and police and I explained everything to the police, luckily they believed me it was self defense.

That's when I woke up. Is the dream trying to tell me this will happen sometime when school starts? Is the dream trying to tell me he has a tree nut allergy and I can use it to my advantage if he tried anything?

Tl;dr: I had a nightmare about my toxic ex-boyfriend following me home from school, turns out he had a tree nut allergy and killed him with a macadamia nut with full intention of defense. Is the dream trying to warn me, help me, or both?

So I had this strange dream last night where I was like a ghost or something watching some people have sex. Why I say I felt like a ghost I can't interact with anything in the dream nor does anyone noticed or interact with me, I'm just...there.

Earliest part I can remember in the dream I'm floating around in some old Victorian style mansion, elaborately decorated with vintage furniture and such, at night in the dark, you know the type that looks like it would be in a horror movie.

I eventually find myself in a bedroom where I see a woman lying there in lingerie on her bed. A pale, brunette looks like she's in her early twenties, with a nice ass and beautiful smile. She gets up out of the bed and starts primping and preening in front of a large vanity in the room when suddenly someone knocks on the door and she drops what she's doing and bolts to the door to answer it.

And when she opens the door I see this huge, black bodybuilder looking guy with dreads and a long beard step in the room. The lady is ecstatic and runs up to embrace him before sliding him a few gold coins. She says something to him not sure what, as she has an extremely thick Slavic accent.

They waste no time and start kissing and he's slapping her ass and stuff, and this leads to some foreplay and eventually full-on hardcore doggystyle sex on the bed.

At this point I was wishing I was that dude, and for what felt like only a few seconds I did become the guy and got some 1st person PoV action but then all of a sudden I'm back just watching them. Then I start questioning myself, why am I invisible in someone's bedroom watching them have sex? How did I get here?

This is when things get weird, the girl starts yelling for him to go harder, "treat me like your little whore" (actual quote from dream), and such, and then she makes a weird request for the guy to rip her throat open with his teeth and drink her blood. The guy first ignores it and keep doing his thing but she keeps persisting and begging for him to do it. Guy gets annoyed and tells her "I'm not into that weird stuff".

Then all of a sudden the guy's eyes start glowing and catch fire and his teeth turn sharp and shark-like. He pulls her hair and whispers in her ear something about he's not into that because, if he drained her dry, she would turn and would have to live through the pain that he lives through everyday, but if she wants he can make her into his blood whore as he drains a little bit everyday. And yeah that doesn't make sense to me either but I'm guessing he's a vampire?

After this the lady gets mad and pushes him off and she starts rapidly aging and growing taller, eventually turning into some 7 - 8ft tall skinny granny with solid black eyes and long black Rapunzel like hair that envelopes the room. Portals open up all around the guy and fiery tentacles emerge from the black pits ensnaring the guy, squeezing his arms and legs so tight the guy actually starts screaming in agony. He fought hard but despite how strong he looked the tentacles effortlessly held him down.

He screams out calling her a witch before a tentacle shoves its way, into his mouth preventing him from saying anything and then she tells him in a thick slavic accent that she will make him into her personal sex slave forever, and he will love her.

While all of this is happening I do catch a glimpse of what appears to be a tiny glowing Fairy woman like Tinkerbell except with dark skin and an afro also watching the scene while munching on a tiny bag of something before noping out of there.

The lady then decides to start doing her hair in the mirror while the guy is naked suspended by some tentacles and she starts talking to herself, saying strange things about power, parallel universes, quantum mechanics and then she snaps her fingers and a blackness engulfs everything.

I'm now in space watching the stars, adrift, above the Earth's orbit and I notice there is a hard shell surrounding the Earth and my alarm goes off and I wake up.

I dreamed I was a prostitute in a house full of other prostitute where we all worked. This old woman came in (like 70) and said she wanted an hour with one of us. Nobody else wanted to do it and the thought made me sick too (I’m 27 irl) and so I jus resigned myself to it and agreed. Instead of having sex she asked me to hold her while she cried. What the hell is going on in my head to make me dream this??

I am not 100% sure, but my dream might have to do something about me visiting prostititutes.

I don't remember this part in detail, but a group of 3 people came to visit me in my old bedroom for some reason. They started to light up firecrackers and trow it through the window. This seems very childish and I didn't like it but just went with the flow. After couple of hours they left, we didn't have any bounding or feeling of connection at all. Afterwards they text: I am sorry we had to left before launch, because of .....
And than they send me a payment link where I had to pay them 177 euro for them visiting me.

A new chapter of my dream started to begin. I was sitting in a pub watching a woman football game played in 1927. Well I was also on the field and woman also where in the pub, but it went sort of back and forth. I told to the others that they played better than in current times.
There was a female bartender who smiled and talked a bit with me. See was a bit of a dominant figure I could tell. Although she was attractive there wasn't really a spark between us.

During a cardgame I played with about 6 other people, she asked me if I want to go to the showers with her for seks. Like I said, I didn't felt any connection with her but she was pretty so why not I was thinking. We went to a empty shower and we became fully naked. I wanted to touch her over her back and than a immense shock came. Her back was full of scars. Maybe you guys saw pictures of slaves having their back full of scars, imigine that but 10 times worse. It alsmost looked alien to me.
I asked her where did you get this scars and after she looked back at me I tried to run. She tried to put her hands into my buttocks and than I woke.
After waking up this image of her body really creeped me out.

I was thinking about that most prostituties I visit I also don't have any connection with. Maybe 1 out of 6 I do. Also I feel I am at a moment of my life now where I am getting ready to get a girlfriend.