What are shortnes dreams about?

In this dream people kept referring to me as "Lucifer." As in the devil. But instead of seeing me as a devil, they saw me as their angel. It's as if a religion was formed around me. One day in the dream, I decided I want to travel. It's been a while since I traveled anywhere so I decided I wanted to visit the countryside. Two people came with me, again they still refer to me as Lucifer. At this point I got used to it, but I'm still mildly annoyed by it. We reach the country side, it was just fields and fields of wheat, the warmth of the sun was pleasant, and the cool breeze made the wheat dance. (not literally)

Then I saw this boy. He was short, had white hair, and he was wearing a cloak. He was crying on the side of the road. I didn't just want to leave a random crying person on the side of the road, so I approached them. And when he saw me, his face lit up and he asked "Are you Lucifer?" Seeing the fact that the title Lucifer being given to me made people happy, I decided that I'd embrace the title. I told the boy that I am indeed Lucifer. And he became so happy that he hugged me. I went back to my two followers along with the boy. We stayed and enjoyed the countryside. And the dream ended abruptly.

It started with me at a crossroad, I tried to make cars collapse using telekinesis after finding out I was dreaming. Nothing worked. The strangest thing was that I could use my imagination, visualize things in my head, and then come back to the dream. That's how "stable" it was.

At one point, I encountered a man who wore a black jacket, and had thin black hair. He told me this dream was real.

I sighted heavily. "This can't be real!", I let out.

"Oh really? Well how about I prove it to you?" the man said with a grin.

"I will translate any given word or sentence to French, I assume you don't know any French... You can check Google Translate to see if it's correct when you wake up.", the man added.

I started thinking. What could be a real good torture test here?

"Hmm, I have been to France many times..." I said. "I'm afraid I might've subconsciously seen the word, and it's translation already."

And then I had a grand idea: "What if I translate a sentence that I never had to use IRL in France?!", I thought.

"Ok...", I turned to the man with a smirk. "Translate: I am dreaming".

The man said something back with a French accent. I don't remember the exact word anymore as I really didn't know how to write it. But it was really short.

"Wait that short? There's no way that's the French translation."

"Oh, I'm sure it is, you can check later when you wake up."

"Can you say it again? I really want to remember it clearly..."

The man said it again, it was once again audible but impossible to write down in letters for someone that doesn't speak French (and perhaps dreaming might have something to do with it).

"I'm afraid I can't remember that too clearly", I said, worried but at the same time not willing to let this chance go.

"Just type the English sentence in Google Translate and see if it sounds the same, that should be enough.", the man said very confidently.

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After I woke up, you can already imagine the first thing I did. I opened Google Translate (https://translate.google.nl/?sl=en&tl=fr&text=I%20am%20dreaming&op=translate) immediately after waking up as to avoid forgetting any more than I had to. And indeed the translated sentence sounded exactly the same. Creepy...

So, I just had this dream. I have no clue what the hell it means. If I need to give backstory I will.

This is the dream. My girlfriend and I are mercenaries for the US government. We are world renowned and all of US loves us. They call us Bonnie and Clyde. It’s great. One day she tragically dies on a job. No one knows but my boss and me. So we are famous and a TV show calls him to join. He asks me to send a picture of me smiling so he knows I’m getting paid well (as a joke of course). So instead I send a picture of my girl and I. Then the crowd of the audience goes silent. My boss (on the show) finally tells the world about her. Everyone is depressed. Then I send another picture. It’s a picture of the scars on my wrist that I made because of her passing. The caption of the pic says “What is valor, if there’s no one to share it with”. Time goes by and my boss calls me for one last job. I take it. I’m to impersonate a bad guy to get info at a bad guy headquarters. I go and the bad guys pat me down. As I’m walking to his door I see these pyramids next to me. Two to be exact. Really big. I look up at them and the sun shines from behind them. I get a headache and fall to the floor. My vision changes from red to grey, then red to grey again and again. I can hear my heartbeat and feel it shaking the earth. Then my heartbeat and vision stop being weird lol. A shadow rises from behind the pyramids and it’s a Pegasus. It swoops down in front of my vision and shortly disappears out of my sight completely. A skeletal creature was riding it. Then I wake up in my room but everything is grey. I realize it’s a dream so I start telling myself to wake up. Over and over again. It doesn’t work. So I hold my breath for 30 seconds. Then I actually wake up, gasping for air. That’s my dream.

Hey guys, this is my first time posting on Reddit.

So as the title suggests, when I was a 10-year-old girl I had a dream of being someone. It started from when they were born to their death, during the dream I never thought it was a dream it just felt like he was me. The dream continued to show this guy's life story, I could see everything from his eyes and feel what he felt, everything except for pain.

He got married, to a girl named Sherry or Mary (I can't fully recall the name) when he was about 20-25 yrs old, later he had a son (Mark) after a few years. But what really disturbs me to this day was this man's death, he got into a car accident and he died slowly getting crushed. Although I couldn't feel the pain, I did feel the pressure slowly crushing my chest as I struggled to breathe, my mind filled with thoughts about his family.

Once he closed his eyes, I woke up and at that moment I forgot who I was, I also was crying, I began to check my chest upon not noticing any injuries I ran to the home phone in my house and dialed his wife's phone only to get no answer. I snapped out of it when I caught my reflection on the shiny toaster that was in the kitchen and suddenly I remembered who I was.

To this day I struggle with romantic relationships (As I feel like I am cheating, idk why it's weird) and driving gives me major anxiety when I am behind the wheel. This dream happened over the course of 10 hours.

Also if you are curious about what they look like I will provide descriptions.
**Sherry/Mary-** Brown eyes, wavy long hair, and fair pale skin
**Mark-** Black short spikey hair, brown eyes, and fair pale skin
**Man (I was in the dream)-** Black short spikey hair, dark eyes, facial hair (Wiskers), and fair pale skin

I had a dream that I was visiting someone's house and was living there for a few days. Don't know whose house it was.
This middle aged woman, started showing interest in me.
We made friends quickly and were watching some TikToks with another friend. It was night, that friend fell asleep. Shortly after I fell asleep too. I woke up to the middle aged woman having sex with me.
I didn't know what the **** was going on so I went back to sleep.
Next day, we were doing the same, but this time, the woman sat on top of me like a sleep paralysis demon. And shortly after we started having sex again.
And... We got caught. Lead to a lot of controversy. That's when I started realising it was a dream and it became lucid.
Weird facts about the lady:
She was kinda ugly, and had 2 pairs of breasts.
Did I just have sex with a sleep paralysis demon?