What are rainforest dreams about?

Last night I had maybe the wildest dream I've ever had. Did I make a reddit account just to post it here? ABSOLUTELY.

My parents and I were staying at a Grand Hotel kind of place in a fancy room on the ground level with a view of Lake Michigan. But it was stormy and the end of winter and the waves were huge and pushing up ice and they got bigger and started crashing against the windows and shaking the building.

We ran out the front where there was great sunny weather! We were trying to find one of my friends in the city (big city) to stay with. But we ended up WAY outside the city in a rainforest where we were sometimes monkeys and sometimes humans and the local tribe took us in.

We were flying through impossibly high tree tops, with branches covered all over in fuzzy leaves. We wore giant leaves as some type of clothing. We started in lush rainforest but slowly ended up in one that had been logged and clear cut. They said if we made it out of this alive they’d reward us by letting me actually enjoy a good meal with no interruptions - they had a purple hard boiled egg for me. But they were lying - they wanted to trap us there. They let this slip accidentally, and we held a bow and arrow shooting competition to see if we could leave. The chief’s son shot first and did well, the chief shot and did amazing, but I shot and hit the dot we were aiming for EXACTLY.

So we were going to leave but they decided they’d make us stay by force; we didn’t have shoes so it was impossible to flee through the jungle. But fortunately I found a weird wooden pogo stick and started hopping away! They didn’t have shoes either, but the chief stuck his feet in two grapefruits so he could run after me. That didn’t work too well and I got away, only to be captured by the tribe’s shaman.

She was keeping me in an apartment by the sea. I kept trying to escape but she caught me every time - until I finally made it (I could fly at this point). As I was flying away, though, she shot my hand with a special arrow that turned my entire hand into rock-hard glass filled with flowers. I nonetheless made it back home and saved some random evil women who’s entire bodies and car were being slowly turned into the glass with flowers in it. They didn’t care that I saved them and wanted to force me to have babies or something? So I escaped once more and then I think I woke up.

Hi everyone ai thought I would jump into this sub to say my 4 year old daughters dream as I find it very strange…

I want to stress this came out of her mouth with no one influencing her to say things and also she DOESN’T watch this type of stuff to be able to put this into her head.

So she had a bad dream and woke up last night saying she was a Man with a cowboy type hat (explorers hat) in a forest which was hot and rainy (we’re thinking rainforest) looking for a big black diamond (after searching google the only 2 places you can find these are in Brazil and somewhere in Africa). This bloke was getting shot at by “baddies” with guns.

And thats when she woke up Im guessing as she doesnt remember anything else.

Is anyone else thinking what me and my missus were thinking. When she was telling us, we were just looking at each other with our eyes wides open.

Last night I had a dream that I had encountered Rod Stewart and a young girl (who I understood to be his wife) in a rainforest. Most of Rod's hair had fallen out, with exception to the back of his head (effectively giving him a skullet). His wife had indicated that he was on the cusp of death, and in adherence to their family's traditions, he would be placed in a large body bag with water inside and steamed over a fire.

I watched as the wife built the fire and constructed a spit. Rod was preparing the body-bag and poured water in. Rod then goes into the body-bag, and his wife zips him up and wraps him in a chain, which she has secured to the spit over the fire. She begins to use a pulley to lift the bag over the fire and secures.

We stand back together and watch as the steam begins to rise from the zipped body-bag.

We were in a rainforest, there were two bubble machines on each side of me that were blowing out bubbles as it occurred. My closest friend, let's call him T, was behind me and there were two other guys there but they didn't do anything. T was some guerilla leader or alike, not sure exactly what. During the dream I understood what was happening but I was at peace just looking at the sky. Maybe was too dumb to really understand what was happening.

I didn't feel pain or anything when it occurred, never had sexual experience so might be why, but first time I felt nothing, second time it was about to happen I was worried it'd hurt cause it was going into another hole. At some point I kinda saw it from a third pov from above and everything was censored somehow so didn't see in detail, just knew.

I woke up and wrote it down. Wasnt really bothered by it then either, knew I wasn't real and he'd never do such a thing. If anything he was more bothered by it than me. We tried googling about but couldn't understand why him. Hadn't even barely thought of him that day.

Any ideas?

I remember every bit of it.

The people in my dream were:

-Me, my mom, my cousin, my cousin's mom

-My dad, my little brother (they appeared only once)

The dead people(dead in real life) in the dream were: My grandpa, my dad's 2 brothers aka my uncles

• I was really close to my grandpa, he died in 2018 of cardiac arrest. He was aged 73.

•my 2 uncles, both died in 2021 of cancer. They were in their late 50s. One of them died on May 30th, while the other died just 14 days ago.

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The dream:

We all were on a family trip to a town, which had a lot of mountains, houses with slopey roofs, a lot of crowd, cold weather, the public transportation looked like it was from the 70s, it was lightly raining. The crowd looked east asian or south east asian(we are not and never been there irl).

First, we went to a rain forest that looked exactly like [ THIS.](http://Pl https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.istockphoto.com%2Fphotos%2Fin-the-australian-rain forest-picture-id907260816%3Fk%3D20%26m%3D907260816%26s%3D612x612%26w%3D0%26h%3DemvPS2JE2ZHXgwV_kJpD3v7xVYskNC9aCSaz-VhL7Eg%3D&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.istockphoto.com%2Fphotos%2Fdense-jungle&tbnid=q4qkM5X3DyeUaM&vet=1&docid=G_t-XP5H2qtASM&w=612&h=408&hl=en-US&source=sh%2Fx%2Fimgood in them.
) It had a lot of smog, and it was slightly raining. It was beautiful, I remember being awestruck. My mom, my cousin's mom leaded the group, they were the most excited among all. Me, my cousin, my grandpa were in the middle. And my dad's brothers were at the end. Me and my cousin had a ridiculously small camera, which we used to take pictures. The camera wasn't bigger than 4cm×2cm in size.

All the "dead" people would get tired really easily and had trouble walking long distances. Which is why they took constant rests. While my grandpa took rests, I used to wait for him so that we could walk together, and be together.

Also, everyone in that group was aware that the "dead" people were "dead", hanging out with "dead" people seemed normal.

After therain forestt, we went to some place which looked like a museum. It was filled with different shaped mirrors and minimalist modern art, mostly red in colour.
While rest of the people went to explore the museum, the "dead" people stayed back in rooms which had chairs. Because they were really tired and wanted to sit.

I decided to stay with my grandpa. Me and my grandpa were in the same room, and my 2 uncles were in the room next to us.

There were huge mirrors in the room I was in, so I began taking mirror selfies(lol) with that ridiculously small camera. My grandpa smiled, and said something like "you better take a lot of pictures before the battery of your camera goes dead!". I showed him the pictures I took, and he told me I looked good. I also took pictures of him.

Now, we were supposed to leave the museum and catch a train.

My 2 uncles looked like there's no way they could walk any further. They seemed extremely tired and almost looked dead. Someone(probably my dad?) said that "they're dead, they must be really tired walking such long distances"

In this dream, people were treating the word "dead" the same as the word "weak". Nobody thought being "dead" was a big deal.

We rushed to a train station, there was a small and old-fashioned train with wooden chairs. For some reason the train had no doors? People were getting in the train through the windows. That place was heavily crowded.

Everyone got into the train. But when it was time for me, my cousin, and my grandpa to get into the train, the train started moving. It moved really fast and we couldn't get into it. We missed the train, and we were seperated from the rest of our family. My cousin and I started panicking, my grandpa was the only one who didn't panic. He said "it's okay, we will wait for the next train"

As the next train was arriving, I saw my little brother(who wasn't on the trip with us) suddenly appear on the station. He's 15 in real life, but in the dream he looked like he was 5. He started walking towards the train track. He stopped right there, and wasn't moving. The train was about to run over him, it was really close. I started yelling his name at the top of my lungs but it seemed nobody could hear me, as everyone was pretending that everything was normal. I kept yelling. He was still standing there.

The dream ended.

If you have made this far, thank you for reading all of this.