What are puzzle dreams about?

I had this dream a year ago & I still remember it vividly. I'm 16(m), still in high school and I aspire to be a super/fashion model. I still struggle to start my career nothing has been happening yet for the past 2 years, for now I can blame this year.

The dream occurred at a bus terminal, its noon and the sun is setting. A long day from school and I'm just waiting for a bus to go back home.

A nice gentleman, pale skin, long black hair sat next to me. He wore all black, had all the clothes I wanted and he looked luxurious. For some reason I knew that man isn't human. He was Lucifer. He didn't have no wings or horns. It's like he knew how desperate and vulnerable I was to have the things he had such as the designer clothing he wore and his looks. Just the two of us sitting on this metallic bench.

The bus arrived; mind you this could be my 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 ride home to my loved ones. My grandmother & uncle. It's either I conversate with this gentleman who has everything I want in life and I can ask advice from him on how can I get to where I want to be or be home safe with my family.

He tried persuading me without even using words to stay with him. I was so amazed then dream ended.

Till this day I am puzzled. Was I trying to sell my soul in the dream because my modeling career isn't working out?

Please help, replies are highly appreciated <3

Has anyone had a similar experience? The dream i want to keep to myself, but the fact that it blended into my 'real' life has me puzzled.
It's not the first time but this time was much more prominent.
Thank you in advance for any insight/advice.
Peace.

I am a vivid, linear dreamer who suffers regularly from hypnagogia, sleep paralysis, and night terrors.

Last night, I had a long, linear dream that mirrored an epic/fantasy. I was on a fantastic/strange continent across which I traversed to solve a riddle. At the base of the mountain, I found a relief in a mound of rocks with a treasure box. Inside was a scroll of parchment. When I unrolled it, these are the words I found:
“
_________ are the map...
_________ is the key.

Solve the riddle, and you will be rewarded your greatest wish and the influence over 1000 suns.”

Along with a companion, I traveled many landscapes, met many fantastical persons and creatures, as I attempted to fill in the blanks within the riddle. In a forest of twisted/gnarled trees, in an owl’s hole at the heart of a grand old oak, I found an object that was a puzzle that needed to be solved, like a rubik’s cube but made of stone and fewer columns to align.

When I solved the puzzle, the stone crumbled to dust. Inside was a femur bone around which was wrapped another scroll of parchment. It said:

“Skeletons are the map...
_________ is the key.”

After more journeying with my mysterious companion, I discovered another puzzle on which was written the final missing word to the riddle. I felt a grand oneness, because the whole riddle together made perfect sense, and I knew exactly where to go to achieve my goal.

Sadly, I woke, and I could not remember the word that filled the final blank, and the oneness I felt from the solution entirely fell apart. It has been haunting my waken self ever since.

“Skeletons are the map...”
What is the key?!

Any thoughts or insights?

I am 56 now, and had the same dream for more than 30 years after I graduated from high school. In the beginning I had the dream 2 or 3 times a week, and as the years went by the dream became less frequent until it got to the point where it completely stopped.

It's a fairly common dream I found out years ago, but my reaction to it was not.

I am in high school, I get to my locker and I can't open it. I go to the office, who seems to have the combination, and writes it down for me. (Which even as I'm asking them, puzzles me).

I get to the locker and it still won't open.

When I first started having the dream, it would end, and I didn't think a lot of it. Then, as the dream became more frequent, in the dream itself, it scared me that I couldn't open the locker.

Near the end, many years later, the dream became like a nightmare, and I was absolutely horrified about what might be in the locker. I was almost afraid to open it. The dream started making me afraid to go to sleep.

If anyone has any ideas about the dream, why it kept happening, and how it changed for me, I'd love to hear it.

Thanks.

Hey, so I had a very interesting dream tonight. Before we start however, I should point at that I am a young teen, male, if that matters in any way. Enjoy.

I had just done something very physically demanding. I was completely done for. I was exhausted, could barely move. I didn't know what I did, but it felt like I just lifted a truck barehanded.

I was on the beginning of Mount Doom from LOTR. I looked up, and fiery lava and shards of rock were flying everywhere. I began climbing, however, as I was already exhausted, I could only make it halfway.

Thirsty, tired, and desperate for help, I laid down on the cold, but also hot, sharp rocks. In front of me, a women appeared. She looked like Galadriel and Arwen's child (both from LOTR), however she wasn't. She just was.
She appeared in front of me. Her soft, warm eyes relaxed me. They weren't blue, nor green. They were both, but also not. It was like a new colour. I stared into her eyes, and she smiled a bit.
All my pain was gone, and I just laid there, staring into her eyes.
I wasn't after anything sexual, I just wanted peace in the dream, which I got.

I stared into her eyes for a couple of hours. After a few hours, grass appeared around her. Or, well, rather it became visible, because she hadn't been laying on rocks, but not grass neither. A big, warm sun arose from behind her. The grass that became visible was long, green and warm. It felt lovely. However, I didn't lay on it. Only her. I could but only touch it with my fingers. I was still stuck on the sharp rocks of Mount Doom.
We looked into eachothers eyes, as she arose and starting walking around me. She knew I really liked her, and she started walking around, with her chin high up and a very self-confident body language.

She laid down, but just for a little bit. I awoke. My dog came in and was barking at me. All the peace I once had was now gone, shattered away. I felt like i had just lost someone close to me. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I fell asleep again.

I went into a sort of Mind Palace. Looking thru every woman i've ever met and remembered, trying to find her. But I couldn't. The closest thing was Galadriel or Arwen, sure they looked alittle bit alike, but not exactly. Also they didn't have that green-blue eye color neither.
I started panicking, trying to remember her. But everytime I did, her picture in my head just fell away farther and farther. I barely regocnized her.
Then, I awoke and ate a sandwich. It was tasty. Egg, on it, too. Thats a first. However, I always felt empty. Like i'd just lost my mother. Something was missing. A critical part of the puzzle was gone, never to found.

Perhaps one day I could return to her in a dream, or perhaps we would meet in real life. We wouldn't say anything, but we'd both know what had happenend.

I know what she looks like, but I also don't

What can all this mean? Very appreciated for answers.