What are screaming dreams about?

So it was a pretty normal dream, taking place in my hometown in present time. I was walking home like any other school day, but something was off. There were weird things around, like certain roads that weren't supposed to be where they were, and most notably, a Sakura (cherry blossom) tree outside of a house I always walk by that doesn't have a tree in front of it. I didn't notice it though, cause it was a dream. Anyway, I must've taken some kind of detour, because I ended up in a field, that's usually on the other side of my neighborhood. This is where the weird shit goes down. So throughout the dream I was occasionally seeing this (yes it's hilarious thinking about it) really off-putting man in a banana costume, hiding in weird places (now that I think about it, only the ones that were out of place). He had a new expression each time, and he looked more and more deranged as time went on. So when I reached the field, the sky had already turned dark, so It was night time. The field is surrounded by houses (it's in the middle of the suburbs), and the playground that's usually there is no longer present. All that was there was the washrooms, in a building in the center of the field. I don't know why, maybe to hide from the banana guy (I was starting to get the idea that he was following me). I walked in, and went to wash my hands, when to my left, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. He was laying limp on the toilet in the stall across the floor, with his head hanging in front of him. He had the most deranged and twisted face I'd ever seen, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. In classic SCP-173 fashion, I tried not to break eye contact, but I couldn't look at it for much longer because I felt like I was going insane. Making sure not to make any sudden movements, I slowly began walking towards the door. The banana man (stop laughing) was starting to half cry half laugh, slowly getting louder and louder. He was no longer in my line of sight, and I felt like any second he could've just gotten up and started chasing me. I felt SO threatened. Terrified, I started to crack the door open, and I was sure that he was going to run up behind me at any moment, but he didn't. He just sat there. Once the door was halfway open, I flung it the rest of the way open, and made a break for it. It was pitch black out, and I was alone. I was too scared even to scream for help, so I just kept running. The laugh/crying transitioned into angry scream, still laughing all the same. I didn't look back to see if he was giving chase, because that would've slowed me down. The houses around the field were gone. All that was left was an endless open field. I stopped running and turned around, to find that the scrscreams gone. Still, I felt no less afraid. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around again, but nothing was there. The screamscreamcoming back. I fell to my knees, panicked to the point where I couldn't keep running. The screamiscreamin quickly to the point where it was deafeningly loud, and I started screaming scream was when I woke up.

Bananas freak me out now. Thanks, brain.

So, I woke up with that weird feeling something must be wrong, then I saw that the light was turned on downstairs - I spent the night by myself, my partner decided to spent the night at his workplace. I was kind of scared and wanted to get up to turn it off but then my cat lay down on me to cuddle and I decided to wait until she had enough and would leave. Moments later I realized the light was turned off again!! Our second cat came upstairs and looked very frightened! I got really scared and decided to get up later, that thought seemed to soothe me. I fell asleep, So now what happened in my dream was that weird things would happen in our house, noises, floating objects. In that dream my partner was at home but our home looked a little different and I was trying to scream desperately to show him but there was no sound coming out of my mouth! Then I tried to to film with my phone what was happening but it didn’t work.. Then I heard a very loud buzzing in my ear, which happened quite often lately in wake life but not that intense.. I don’t even know if that buzzing ringing was in my dream or real, I remember scream and I honestly don’t know if I might have really scrscream “reality”. So, when I was fully awake I got up immediately, going downstairs and realizing the light was turned on - again !!

I’m really confused. As mentioned I’m going through a spiritual awakening but I have no idea what this might have been. Srsly grateful for any thoughts on that. I still feel very drained, energetically tired and can’t seem to let go. It keeps make me feel down .. tried yoga and high vibe meditation.

I'd like to start off by saying I'm not a religious person. I would never deny anyone their own beliefs but I myself find I don't need religion to help get through day to day life. I believe in the golden rule and the possibility of a higher power both good or evil but I don't have a specific religion I'd stake my faith in. That being said I had a dream last night that has me a bit curious.
In my dream was at my grandmother's house and lots of my family were there. Although I can't remember exactly who. They are all Christian though which is part of why this dream seemed so odd to me. Anyway, I was sitting on a couch talking to someone next to me, and somehow we end up talking about the Value of Death. I said something along the lines of "This thing (with which I don't recall) is worth the death of many people." And just after having said that I felt an intense static in my legs and then was totally paralyzed. I panicked a bit and told the people around me amd everyone got silent and just stared at me. Then I felt a very suddenly intense pain radiating from my neck throughout the rest of my body which just kept pulsating and never dulled. It caused me to scream but still everyone was silent. Then I felt something, as I'd there were someone leaning into my ear to whisper, but no one was there. And what I heard was quite frightening but I lack the proper words to describe it. Something far worse than impish nonsense but that's the best description I could give. And then nothing. I was telling everyone what was happening and one of my aunts, I'm not certain which one, said we should give Him a call. Then proceeded to take a phone to another room. When she came back a very handsome man, in dark clothing was behind her. He glanced down at me very briefly and then began to survey the room around him as I'd it were a bloody crime scene. For a moment I even saw it from his perspective and it was quite a mess. Then he told me his name was Lucifer and gave me a kind smile. Next he said "A devil of greed had bitten me." Staring at the wall by the TV as if he were looking through it he began to explain that my mention of the Value of Death, the devil was nearby and listening. However when it realized there was nothing a "value" around me it threw a tantrum much like a child, which is why it had bitten me. But apparently it took off in a hurry. Lucifer then leaned down and placed a kiss on top of my head and the pain and paralysis disappeared instantaneously. He smiled kindly at me once more and told me that I would be alright and needn't worry. Then he was gone. As if he had never been there at all, everyone around me began moving and talking again. But all I could think about was how my aunt was able to get ahold of Lucifer himself via phone. Why she would have contact with him as she's very Christian and would never associate with The Devil so casually as if she needed his help? Then I began to wonder if something like this happened again how would I get ahold of him myself to help me. And when I woke up I was in a state of shock. Anyone have an ideas why I would dream of such a thing so randomly?

In the dream, I woke up in the bed I was sleeping in IRL and noticed my penis felt weird. I looked at it and it was completly transparent. Like I could see the blood vessels and everything. I freaked the fuck out and got up to go to the hospital, but this "friend" that I can't stand kept me from leaving because of he wanted me to do something else. I kept trying to break free but he'd keep pulling me back in. I looked at my penis again and it had started to contort like it was made out of clear jello. I kept screaming for someone to call 911, but everyone was just kinda walking by like I was a homeless dude asking for money.

This went on for what felt like hours, my penis becoming more and more disfigured. I started sobbing, which woke me up as I was sobbing in real life as well. I don't know what to do about this dream. I feel so disturbed and confused.

i went to sleep at 11:30ish. i woke up, 12:45, after having lived five whole fucking years of my life.

i don’t even remember what i did at the start of the dream, because it was five years ago.

i went through school, i graduated. with a scholarship. i deferred it and moved out two weeks later with three of my friends, one of which i do not expect to have in my future. all in june 2020

i had a boyfriend, we got together january 2020. i’ve known him for a while, we’re in talking stage right now.

i went to college in 2021 for nursing. i dropped out because i hated it, and held a job at a strip club as a waitress.

i did so much. i voted in the 2023 election. one of my friends died in a car accident. i had a dog, named riley. and my roommate had a ferret named pearl.

it ended in august 2024, was a wednesday but the date isn’t in my head. i came home and found 4 year long boyfriend banging my roommate. i walked in and saw them, it was a fight and they insisted it was “friendly” and “okay because it wasn’t romantic”. i remember every single second of that conversation. i was screaming at the top of my lungs and so were they. i eventually got mad enough to leave, i slammed the door behind me and the hallway started looking off. i figured it was the tears welling my eyes making my vision all wonky so i shut my eyes really tight. i opened them, and there i was in the bedroom of the house i moved out of 5 years earlier.

i lived 5 years into the future in an hour. i woke up and i don’t know who i am anymore. i don’t have the same experiences that built me. i don’t have any motivation. i just DID everything i dot want to do it again.

i don’t know if this is exactly the place to write this. but i’m so disheartened and grieving and i’m terrified.