What are relief dreams about?

I had this terrible dream my gf and I weren’t together. She’s my first everything and I’m her first too. Been together 2.3 years, and never had sex with anybody else.

Anyway, we weren’t together in the dream and me and some friends went somewhere and I met there another good friend I haven’t seen in a decade and we hit it off and were excited and stuff until he had to go.

Then I met my gf in the same place and it was kinda quiet and not as flowing as it’s supposed to be. But she told me how she and my friend from a decade ago are meeting here and she’s looking for him. (They never met irl).

I asked her why they’re meeting and she said they’re FWB. And he called her and started fucking dirty talking to her right in front of me.

My heart legit broke and I left, and she didn’t even pursue me like she would do irl, and it offended me even more. I started crying BIG TIME in the dream and legit couldn’t stop. The emotions were so god damn intense I’m still impacted until now and I woke up an hour ago, she sent me a good morning text but I can’t even open it.

I have never felt something as strong as I have felt in the dream. When I woke up I literally jumped in relief. It was so tough for my “dream me.”

So the dream started as me waking up in my bed, I couldn't talk, I couldn't think, I couldn't scream, and I couldn't cry, but all I knew was I was scared. It wasn't just any old kind of scared though, it was the one where you knew you had fucked up and hurt the people you hold the closest, the kind of scared that you'd expect to feel right before you hit the ground from jumping off a fatal height. I realized I could move though, so I got up and started stumbling down my stairs, shaking from fear. The kind of fear to start at the pit of your stomach to consume your whole body until it really settles in what the situation is, but the thing is I don't know what the situation is. I make it downstairs and see my dad sitting on the couch of my living room looking devastated, disappointed, and depressed, or as I will to call the dangerous D's as the occur quite frequently throughout this. He looks at me with a look of the dangerous D's and grief and shakes his head. He tells me to sit down next to him because we need to have a talk and that fear from earlier gets more intense as a feeling of guilt and sadness joins in with them. he starts asking me questions with his head in his palms but get's no response as I try every bit of my power to get a single sound out but to no avail, and he looks up at me again tears streaking his face as he tells me to stand up and shows me the door. I open it to see an empty void, almost as if the world had been swallowed whole leaving my house, and the feelings consume me and I jump. I keep falling and falling until something pulls me aside and I am on this farm like land on a pasture. There is a house and a barn in the distance and the sunlight is bouncing off the blades of shiny green grass swaying in the wind. I look at my surroundings and see an old man in a dark cloak, almost looking like the grim reaper, as he whispers in my ear that he knows what I'm going through right now and that he can help me escape this but I don't trust him and jump off into the void again as he gives me a sad look and shakes his head. My fear keeps growing larger and larger as it keeps ungulfing me in these awful emotions and I start feeling the dangerous D's start to come along. I get pulled one last time and this time I am in a broken down version of my house with my parents giving me the look of the dangerous D's and shake their heads and walks off. After they walk off I see my little sisters, the two girls I had sworn my life to protect, lying there, dead. There skin is pale while they are lying in a pool of blood with there wrists sliced and there throats cut, giving me a blank stare with their jaws unhinged and their faces stuck with a look of an overwhelming look of the dangerous D's along with the saddest, most heartwrenching, most overwhelming look of pure grief. I look in disbelief, every feeling I was feeling before multiplied times one million. My two baby sisters, laying there, dead. I can't take it. Their heads suddenly perk up and they smile with blood gushing out of their mouths. They say that this is all my fault, I made them do this, I went down the path I did and died and made them do this to themselves and my parents come back and stand behind them with the same looks they had before and I look in the distance and see the old man giving me that same look of sadness with an "I tried to warn you" king of look on his face and he turns around. I can't take anything anymore, I can't cry, I can't scream, I can't talk, I can't think, I can just feel these feelings make me do things. The feelings keep getting worse and worse and the fear finally settles in on what the situation is and the fear keeps getting worse from this realization. I am in my own personal hell, being tormented, so I turn around and jump into the void one more time hoping I can escape this hell. I keep falling and falling until I see a bottom, and I know it's finally over so I take a sigh of relief and hit the bottom

I'd make a TL;DR but I don't know how I'd do that with this story. please tell me what this is about. It's the most disturbing dream I have ever had.

I don’t know exactly how to categorize this whether it is something related to sleep paralysis or something paranormal. All I know is it freaked me out to my core.

A few months back I was staying with my sister’s family after a breakup and I had a terrifying experience in the middle of the night.

I had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom in the basement they made up for me and I was awoken in complete darkness to the feeling of large hands holding my arms down and someone crawling on top of me. I started thrashing around and screaming only to “wake up” out of the nightmare.

I reached down and felt my sisters sweet lab mix curled up next to me and felt relief that she was near me and it was all a dream.

Then, out of nowhere she started getting all wiggly and hyper and crawled up toward my face and started licking me. The licking turned into aggressive scratching and she started to bite me. I went to push her off of me and then I woke up...again.

This time, my head was spinning because I already thought I was awake twice so I was questioning if I was really awake or if I was in sort of loop that I couldn’t get out of.

I was terrified to move or to turn on a light because I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.

I laid there still for another hour until the sun started to rise and to this day I’m still afraid to sleep in that basement alone.

Do you ever dream on falling? Yeah, I do aswell, but I always hit the ground and mostly don't die of it, but feel the impact.

It's like that one Time Cruise movie, lots of different ways of dying buy they rarely are fast, I dreamed I fell from a bridge above a railroad full stone, I fell belly down, no waking up, I hit the stone and stay there, immobile for 3 or 4 minutes, bleeding but not feeling cuts or sore, just the pain of the impact.

I dreamed once a whole damn collapsed, thankfully I was in high ground already and didn't mind to run fast while other building at low ground were collapsing, well, turns out the mountain-esque I was above eroded when the water touched it's based, I fell down and sank right on water, I recall real life 2 minutes of sinking and plus 5 standing on a rusted big pillar of solid metal while other people on the mountain were sinking further than where I was.

This one mindfucks me until today, I was in some european city, maybe 19th century, those street luminaries with spherical lamps, foggy atmosphere and all, I could hear mine steps on the humid parallelepiped floor while across a bridge above a river a shot was fired toward me, the projectile hits my throat and I can feel the air of my lungs flowing from my open neck, as I grapple onto it and a warm sticky blood streams through the back of my hand, as I start to cripple over my knees, than hands to floor, then lay flat, while I couldn't even make noises of suffocating due to the air not reaching my vocal chords or throats.

Then I finally wake up. There are much more of these, I don't know why I can't just wake up already, always have to be so torturous and slowly, dammit, Morpheus...

From the time I can remember, I've had this dream from time to time of a house. Always the same house, a house, id never seen in my waking life. A two story, white, colonial style with columns at the front and a large porch. I know the inside like the back of my hand. To the left of the entrance, the living room, to the right, the kitchen. I always went to the kitchen. The house is dark, but I know my way. At the back of the kitchen just to the left are a set of stairs leading to what seems to be a hallway in the middle of the house. Down this hallway there is...the door. A single French door covered with a sheer curtain that allows for the only light in the house. Do I dare enter? It is at this moment where I get a dreadful feeling in my stomach. The woman in that room is evil. She wants me, for what I do not know. I am alone. Sometimes I would go in and sneak out right before she noticed me, other times I remembered to avoid the door all together. But one night, I decided to confront her.
A glass block wall separated her den sitting room from her bedroom. A yellowish green glow coming from her bathroom illuminated the glass reflecting off everything and revealing her shadow as well as mine. Alerted to my presence she turns. My heart stopped for a moment I thought of leaving but I pressed on. I made my way up the two small steps to see her in her bed. Surprisingly, she was a small, old woman in bed on a oxygen machine. She was sleeping and looked fragile. Is this what I've been afraid of? My surprised soon filled with relief as I realized she wasn't threatening at all. Just as I began to laugh, she arose and began laugh with me. Dread filled me once again. Her shrieking moans and struggled breath began to get louder as she crawled out of bed towards me. I'd gotten too close. She had me now. In an instant I decided this had to end. I left forward and pushed her away from me. She landed back on the bed and I simply walked out. This was the last encounter I've had with this house. For over 15 years I've had the same dream almost every week but after confronting her a few weeks ago, I haven't had one since. Gotta say, I kind of miss the house, but I'm glad whatever I did resolved it. Glad I could share with you all.