What are rain and thunder dreams about?

So the first thing I can remember in this dream is being on a highway and missiles raining down on what I assume to be my home city, and at first I was a little anxious in a fight or flight kind of way, and then I saw a bus sitting on the highway abandoned with the key still in the ignition. I went into the bus and peered out the window watching the city go up in balls of flame and explosions. I was in awe and elated to see such magnificent destruction and raw power, but I kind of snapped out of it and went to the driver's seat and drove for a while until I was in an empty street with a dark green dilapidated house on the corner. I looked into the sky and saw three suns, a big one in front of me, and two on either side of me. I was amazed but a little concerned because I started to rationalize what I was seeing and thinking of what these suns could possibly be and for some reason I thought that maybe they were the aftereffects of nukes on our atmosphere. I ran into the house and on the TV a newswoman was talking about how the internet was down and their station was trying to get to the bottom of what was happening so: "people can get back to chatting on the internet" pretty wild dream, but I'm guessing the significance of the bombings was that I'm pretty interested in geopolitics and North Korea in particular. I can't place what the significance of the three suns could be though.

I just had my second experience of this last night, although I don't think it was as powerful as the first. I wrote this down as soon as I got the chance in the morning to 'record' it:

I had a really nice dream today. I dreamt I was at university, in love with a girl. She was Asian (from which country I couldn't tell) and we lived together. She had silky, shoulder length hair, like onyx, and kept two frogs as pets in our room. I can't recall their names, but I do remember being comfortable with them. We were returning from some kind of group trip on a coach when, upon our arrival, it began to rain. If I were being hyperbolic, I might have even called it torrential. We ran from the bus doors to our room, hand in tightly clasped hand, under the pregnable veil of our umbrellas, and I remember how the beads of rainwater dripped down her hair like morning dew. How, if I was searching for the pinnacle of beauty, that I had found it in her picture-frame smile; the kind that reaches up to the eyes, with hands starving for high-sat fruit on some exotic tree whose name you can't pronounce. The otherworldly kind, that you might search centuries for to no avail, and rest knowing it was a life well spent.

This one felt more like I'd already been in love with her for a long time, but the first one was the act of meeting her, 'her' being a different girl entirely, and it was significantly more intense. I woke up almost crying because I wanted to go back. She had curly Auburn hair reaching her shoulders, with bangs covering her forehead and black glasses. I get the feeling her name had a K and a Y in there, but I can't remember. There was some kind of a theme park or fair, as well as some background characters who were meant to be friends both she and I had just met, but we always wound up alone with each other. I remember feeling alone with her, even in massive crowds, and that we opened up to each other ridiculously easily, just because it felt right, and that when I'd woken up I thought to myself: 'I never need to ask myself what love feels like. It's that.'

Anyone else been through something like this?

(First post here btw, sorry if this isn't the right place or flair)

I don't know how old I was but when I was a kid, I had a dream where I'm standing next to a sea or something like that and I see a large statue of swami Vivekananda. It's kind of cloudy and rainy with some lightning as well. However, I just remember this part I didn't even realise it's a dream I thought it's something that happened in real life. Fast forward this February, I was talking to my mom and we were discussing places to go visit and this place came up on the internet and I told her that we've been here before and she said no we haven't. And since I don't remember going there alone, I'm sure my parents would remember taking me with them if they did. Then I told her that I saw this thing in my dream. The statue however, is not the same exactly. The one in my dream had a different pose and very detailed this is not but of the same person and the setting is same as well.
Thoughts?

The Dream: There was a bed where me and my brother were on and the dream started where I was trying to pull the gun that was pointed to his head away from him. It felt like I was trying to move a statue; he was just still and his eyes just stared ahead. Right next to each of us were the bodies of our Dad's deceased parents (our grandparents). Behind the bed was a large window and I noticed it was night time and it was raining outside. There was a lamp post outside that illuminated the room. While I was screaming and begging my head off to stop my brother, the next scene then shows the statue of the Virgin Mary, the one you usually see in Churches where her arms are spread as if waiting for a hug. The statue stood in front of the bed while she looked at us.

The last thing I saw was her face zoomed in, and the shadow of the raining drops against the window to make it look like she was crying. I can still be heard crying in the background. And then a gun shot.

Then I woke up jerking my arms upwards and screamed "NO!!".

After the dream: Minutes after waking up, I grabbed my phone and saw a message from my older brother saying that my dad passed away from a cardiac arrest. They found him in a hotel alone unconscious on the floor. This was in 2015 and he was living in another country. In 2017, an Aunt from that same country visited us and told me they suspected my Dad took his own life while we were talking about him. I've never been caught so speechless and immediately remembered the nightmare I had that night. My little brother was fine (still is up to date), but I'm not sure if the dream tricked me into thinking it was my younger brother instead of my Dad to mess with me? I don't know what to think.

This is my first post here, I apologise if I’m posting this in the wrong place. I’m just looking to see if anyone has had similar experiences.

I don’t know how to explain it but occasionally I wake up still dreaming. I don’t think it’s sleep paralysis, I’m aware of what’s going on to an extent and I’m able to move, talk etc. I can never remember the dream before I “wake up” I just sort of wake up and somethings happening almost like a visual hallucination.

Last night I woke up feeling quite anxious and I was convinced it was raining hot ash in my room like from a volcano or something. Before I hid under my covers I could almost feel the stings of ash hitting me but I feel like that may have been cold sweat. I then crawled out down and out the back of my bed whilst still under the covers, got up, removed my retainer and then suddenly I’m like “what the fuck am I doing?” Then I went back to bed.

One more example from last year:

Again no context, I wake up and I feel like I can see a King Cobra or some sort of snake in my bed. I live in a country where the chance of this actually happening is 0. So I see this snake, panic, jump out of bed and run downstairs into the kitchen and then I snap like “why the fuck did I just do that?”.

I’m not overly bothered by this I’m more just curious if anyone else has had similar experiences.