What are rock dreams about?

A quick back story.

I am currently quitting alcoholic and have been getting support through AA due to alot of bad decisións and finally hitting rock bottom. I think my son is picking up on this as out time together lately has been amazing without my addiction been present.

My ex partner just messaged me saying that my son has a dream where we had gone to the beach and a big wave hit me.

He said that he was happy in the dream so I don't think it scared him, I just wanted to know the interpretation of this if anyone can help.

Thank you in advance.

I was stood under the sweltering heat of the sun, feeling it reflect off the golden sand beneath my feet. I was atop a sand dune with a red clay coloured mountain range to my left, but my destination was a mile ahead.

I descended the sand dune and began my crossing. Half way through the crossing I came upon a beastly creature. Perhaps half scorpion, half cockroach, only it was the size of a large car. It was sand coloured to help it blend in with its surroundings. Acid dripped from the corners of its vicious, deadly mouth. A true predator.

I paused, not knowing what to do. It noticed me. The beastly insect turned slowly and eyed me up. It began to glide towards me, it's multiple gangly legs moving in unison. It turned out I had had an axe with me the entire time, so I held my weapon and prepared myself for a scrap.

The creature stopped ten feet away. It reared its head upwards, paused briefly, and then spat a gallon of poisonous acid at me. I reacted quickly, rolling to the right. The acid missed me only by inches. I picked myself up and charged to its flank, closing the ground between us. One step, two step. Halfway there. Three step. The creature reared its ugly head once more. Four step and I was there. The beast tried to turn it's long body around to meet me, but it wasn't fast enough. I swung my axe, delivering a swift uppercut of razor sharp carbon steel. I breathed for the first time, I realised, in 30 seconds. After a brief pause to get my breath back, I carried on with my journey.

As I was nearing my destination, I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me, getting louder. My head darted to over my shoulder. Wolves. A pack of them, on my tail. I burst into a sprint. The wolves were a lot more nimble at navigating the rocks and sand of the arid landscape than I. They were gaining on me.

I stumbled around the corner of a mountain, the change of direction throwing off my balance slightly, to find my destination greeting me. A small, nondescript white building, perhaps in a traditional Spanish stucco style. I leaped through the doorway, quickly slamming the door shut behind me, before collapsing against it. A slight smirk crept across my face. Safety.

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Had this dream last night. I quickly jotted it down in the morning. I tried to be as accurate to the dream as possible while painting a better picture of its atmosphere rather than just sharing what happened. What do you think? How was my writing?

So I dreamed someone was pregnant. Not sure if it was me, my mom or just the idea of someone being pregnant in general. They were a swimming/water being, like a fish and their pregnancy was shown on the outside, there were 3 "stages" so to speak: one was being pregnant with [these things](https://www.google.ro/search?q=miriapod&rlz=1C1GCEA_enRO786RO786&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjCmo7q_N7aAhWJmLQKHSs4D4AQ_AUICigB&biw=1366&bih=637#imgrc=6kFt6am0P6MQvM:), the other were some black balls/bubbles, almost like some sort of big black insect hatching eggs, and the third I don't remember. It's like they were switching between showing these 3 things every ? minutes?

Irrelevant, but still last night I dreamed a ton I was in school, visiting another class. Someone started playing some rock/metal music before the teacher walked in quite loud and then the teacher walked in, the class remained silent, she looked a bit awkwardly but said nothing and the music kept playing LOL. I had in mind the idea I could start violently headbanging, but chose not to. Maybe it's related to how I like the people in another class in my high school more than my own class? because i do, and they like me more too

This is only my interpretation...let me know what you think.

I couldn’t see his face. I just knew he was like a giant. I was fighting with him though. I don’t remember why. I think he wanted me to do something I didn’t want to do. But I was screaming and resisting and he was firm and wouldn’t let me stop what he wanted me to do because he knew it was good for me. But I screamed and cried until I fell asleep on his chest, and he rocked me.

And I felt such peace. A peace and love I’ve never experienced before. I knew he loved me. I could feel how much he loved me in my whole body. He was only being firm because he loved me. I want to go back to that feeling...

The dream itself was very long and draining to have. I was watching a 2 hour long analysis/breakdown of an experimental horror movie. The title of the movie, as you may be able to guess, was "Lars and Tsil". It was the most depressing, soul-crushing piece of media someone could watch, and I had to google it to make sure it was really a dream, as I could've watched it in a semi-lucid, semi-blackout drunk state.

The movie was about a food reviewer (Lars) and his mom (Tsil). It was shot like a home movie, and followed the two main characters in their daily lives. They lived in the woods, secluded from society, and became increasingly shut-in as the movie went on. Lars' videos became stranger and his mannerisms, increasingly cryptic, he spoke only in tongues and riddles near the end and his took only a measly bite of the food he was reviewing.

The mom, Tsil, spoke less and less as time went by and would spend all day in her rocking chair, staring at a clock on the wall. The analysis argued she was simply tired of living and waited for her own death, or the moment this clock would stop ticking.

By the end of the movie, they made a suicide pact and ended their lives. The last scene was that of an obituary on a newspaper, zooming out, you could see that it was an empty street. A gust of wind blew the newspaper into a sewer grate, and credits rolled. This supposedly symbolized how everyone is forgotten in the end, no matter how they lived their lives. The only thing you could control was *how long* before you were forgotten.

This dream has left me deeply shaken and I feel an omnipresent dread. This dream fucked me up just a little.