What are pulling dreams about?

When I woke up in my dream I was standing in a huge grass field with a mansion behind me. My father was sitting in a lawn chair next to me and told me to go hide because the war was starting. I went over to a little bridge with water underneath. Grabbed a bucket and got into the water with the bucket over my head. I stayed there for about 5 mins. I remember hearing my breath in the bucket and feeling cold from the water. When the 5 mins passed, I got out and my looked for my dad. When I found him, he immediately told me to go back to the water because round 2 was starting. I grabbed the bucket again but before I had the chance to get into the water, a woman grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the mansion. She explained that "I wasn't supposed to be here." She led me to a very tall man in a blue suit. He took me to the front lawn and pulled out a gun. He told me that I can shoot myself or he would do it because I needed to leave. I decided to do it. I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. All the sudden bright lights were around me and I started floating. I felt so warm, like nothing has ever affected me before. It was actually an amazing feeling. I slowly woke up from this dream. Not panicked at all.

But I'm truly curious as to why I didn't wake up once I pulled the trigger? Also, No part of me is suicidal.

His mouth is where my arsehole is.
When someone asks for my opinion, id say, hmm i wonder what justin bieber thinks,
Then ill pull down my pants, show them my ass, make my arsehole talk a la ace ventura and let justin bieber speak for himself.
I wish i was making this up.

Thats the dream. I woke up laughing.

Post Edit:
I think ill name this dream « ask the bieber »

I’m sure this is a very common one, however I have this dream at least 2 to 3 times a week. My teeth are falling out, first it starts with one being loose and then I just pull it out and then another is loose so I have no choice but to pull it out and then it’s all of them. I hate it, what does this mean??? I feel like Google isn’t very helpful or accurate with the answer.

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being tug in a certain direction. I followed the pultugr what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.

My dream started with me and my brother smoking out of a bong and my mom saw My brother hitting it and he has drug test coming up soon so she got made then next thing ik I was watching Parker (Parker is my nefu he is 1 year old) and his hand got stuck in the sidewalk somehow and I didn’t know so I picked him up and it pulled his arm off like I could see where the bone got disconnected and it was weird cause When I picked him up he weighted nothing and I didn’t feel it pulled his arm off I called the cops put his arm in a cup of ice so they could reattach it (which I’ve saw on a movie I can’t remember to name but 4 friends go out in the woods to party and one is pissing and playing with a butterfly knife and his friend scares him and he chopped of his dick and they put it in ice) and I was freaking out then when the cop got there Chris (the father of my nefu) showed up and my mom and they looked at Parker and his arm was still on him and they all thought I was crazy. anyone know what this could mean. I’m kinda a lil traumatized