What are roof dreams about?

Well, that’s basically it, I dreamt that I was on my house’s roof from which I can see 2 volcanoes on a clear day, suddenly the bigger one goes into a violent eruption, there was a gigantic column of smoke coming from it and then I woke up.

For the last 8 years of my life I have had the exact same nightmare once every year. Doesn't matter what time of the year but only once in that year and it's really creepy. The nightmare goes like this and every time there's a slight change. I'll mention the most notable ones but they always start and end the same way: the in between is also extremely similar with maybe one or two changes.

1. It always starts off with me opening my eyes in a black room and then it shifts into third person in a black and white city and I'm on a roof
2. I start jumping from roof to roof and I'm always screaming to see *someone*. I don't know who.
3. I get in some sort of vehicle with a faceless person (the person I was looking for) and we just kinda teleport to some stall selling coloured oranges because everything else is black and white and the person with me begins to develop the face of someone from my family. Then they pick up an orange and get poisoned by it and die
4. I wake up in a coloured city this time and then I get teleported into the same black room I was in before but this time there's floating numbers. I reach the number 100 and then I just die. Flat out die just like that.

Then I always wake up and I always instinctively walk out of my bedroom. Always the same. The only difference is the person who gets 'poisoned'. What the hell does this mean? I'm not scared of the dream anymore since I've become aware of it but it just creeps me out.

So I had the weirdest dream last night. I was texting a friend of mine and we were sending memes to each other and I guess I mentioned the Vatican for some reason. When I sent that message about the Vatican, an unknown number jumped into our conversation and said something in an unknown language “[i forgot how this word was spelled] dos Vatican?”
I knew somehow this was translated into “Who is Vatican?”
When I read it I was almost immediately teleported onto a surface of water, yet I am able to stand on it. There was a building in front of me and on the roof was a group of seven or five people with dark red robes on. I couldn’t see their faces as they also had hoods. They stood around a fire. I am not sure what happened afterwards.

The first thing I remember is driving a motorcycle, it was a KTM Duke 125 for some reason and I had a passenger. The passenger was a friend which I have recently befriended in real life. We drove past my grandpa’s old workshop when the passenger started leaning forward so far that he pushed me forward as well, and somehow I got flung off the bike and flew forwards maybe a hundred meters through the air before hitting a tree.

I then fell on the ground, and I was sure I was dying. Some girls came along and I asked for help, but one kneeled on my chest so I couldn’t breath. I asked her to stop then she became annoyed and left me to die. Then some boys came along, and they sat with me, not saying anything or having any emotion at all while I struggled to call the police.

When they arrived, my mother and grandpa was suddenly there as well. But then I heard someone shout in panic. I looked up, and you won’t believe what I saw.

It was a small VTOL type jet plane which came burning down from the sky. As it was about to crash, it used its VTOL engines to try and fly upwards, but it started flying backwards and up, uncontrollably. It flew into a hangar which doesn’t exist in real life and flew through the roof. Creating a massive explosion and ripping the outer shell of the cockpit off, revealing The Stig from Top Gear as the pilot. The plane then started going down again and headed towards me. The ailerons on the tail fin nearly decapitated me, however the plane was able to start flying upwards again.

And that’s about when I woke up.

I know it sounds dumb but it really freaked me out. I dreamed my cats head got cut off on the roof and rolled down the east side of my house and it kind of upset me when I woke up. My grandma came over a little later and said she had the craziest dream about a decapitated cat head on the roof. She thought it was funny but it still bugs the crap out of me.