What are shoulder dreams about?

I had this dream a while back, I still think of it, so I was wondering if anyone would care to offer an interpretation?

It's a bit long, so if you need tldr...
- too large for gorgeous dresses
- perfume that transforms my shoulders and arms to paper scales
- flirt with British beatnik in an alley who turns me down cold
- get deja vu of being raped
- car won't start, see bad man behind me.

Still interested? Details below. :-)

I'm in a clothing store browsing for clothes with my friends. There is a new Prada dress that has been released and a steady stream of thin gorgeous girls are literally grabbing the dresses off the rack. I have spiteful fun telling a girl she is a size 10 and watching her get upset she's not a size 8. The dress only comes in a size 8, so I am obviously too large for it. This continues for a while.

There is a glorious shining perfume wall with many beautiful perfumes and I delight in trying them. Then the store is closing and the lights dim. But there's time for just one last perfume.

I quickly find one with little bits of glitter in the bottle, and swiftly sprinkle it over my shoulders and arms. It doesn't really smell much; it's a bit disappointing.

As I exit the shop, I notice that my arms and shoulders are completely covered with a scale-like covering of little squares of silver paper. I laugh to myself.

I see a somewhat scruffy beatnik looking man smoking a cigarette watching me. I grin and ask him, 'Do YOU fancy being covered in glitter?'
He replies with a British accent, 'No... Why would I want that?'
'Oh, you never know,' I reply, flirting.

I walk around a secluded corner, casually picking and rolling off bits of glitter and pieces flutter to the ground.

I'm suddenly on high alert and aware I am dreaming. I remember that in a previous dream, I was viciously raped here. I have forgotten the dream but know it in my body. I don't remember by whom or exactly where, it is a bit like de ja vu- this has all happened before.

I think if I can get to my car, I can drive away fast. There doesn't seem to be anyone close by, so I hop into the car and press the central locking button. But as I look in the rearview mirror, I see that a different man had already hopped into the backseat. The car won't start. I am filled with dread. I try to get out of the car and wake up.

I was in bed in my dream trying to sleep, when a black scorpion was crawling on my back. I was too afraid to move, fearing it would sting me, and as I had that thought in my dream, it stung me on the back of my neck. Then the dream repeated, only it stung me in the spine between my shoulder blades. Then I woke up.

I just had my second experience of this last night, although I don't think it was as powerful as the first. I wrote this down as soon as I got the chance in the morning to 'record' it:

I had a really nice dream today. I dreamt I was at university, in love with a girl. She was Asian (from which country I couldn't tell) and we lived together. She had silky, shoulder length hair, like onyx, and kept two frogs as pets in our room. I can't recall their names, but I do remember being comfortable with them. We were returning from some kind of group trip on a coach when, upon our arrival, it began to rain. If I were being hyperbolic, I might have even called it torrential. We ran from the bus doors to our room, hand in tightly clasped hand, under the pregnable veil of our umbrellas, and I remember how the beads of rainwater dripped down her hair like morning dew. How, if I was searching for the pinnacle of beauty, that I had found it in her picture-frame smile; the kind that reaches up to the eyes, with hands starving for high-sat fruit on some exotic tree whose name you can't pronounce. The otherworldly kind, that you might search centuries for to no avail, and rest knowing it was a life well spent.

This one felt more like I'd already been in love with her for a long time, but the first one was the act of meeting her, 'her' being a different girl entirely, and it was significantly more intense. I woke up almost crying because I wanted to go back. She had curly Auburn hair reaching her shoulder, with bangs covering her forehead and black glasses. I get the feeling her name had a K and a Y in there, but I can't remember. There was some kind of a theme park or fair, as well as some background characters who were meant to be friends both she and I had just met, but we always wound up alone with each other. I remember feeling alone with her, even in massive crowds, and that we opened up to each other ridiculously easily, just because it felt right, and that when I'd woken up I thought to myself: 'I never need to ask myself what love feels like. It's that.'

Anyone else been through something like this?

(First post here btw, sorry if this isn't the right place or flair)

I had a really vivid dream a couple months ago.

It started with me just standing outside an old rundown gas stations. It looked like no one had been there in years, and no one else was around. I walked inside and I saw three figures sitting at a table on the right, but I didn't pay much attention to them. The only thing not covered in dust and rust was a shiny new vending machine to the left. There was no employees behind the counter, in fact, the counter was completely torn apart.

I walked to the vending machine to get a snack. As im looking I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and my boyfriend is standing there. But hes standing weird, he seemed more confident then usual. I now see the other two people at the table. They're both also my boyfriend, but they were different. One looked meaner and was wearing a baggy tshirt. The other was sitting with their legs crossed, smiling at me kindly, and he was wearing my clothes. It was kinda like his feminine and masculine sides, and the one that tapped me on the shoulder was more like normal him, he was the "leader". It wasn't too weird cause sometimes he is more masculine, talking about football (soccer) and play fighting with me. Other times hes more feminine, he'll wear my clothes and makeup and watch rupaul's drag with me. So I think my brain just split him into 3 different people. (Imma just call them main boyfriend, feminine boyfriend, and masculine boyfriend to tell them apart)

The main guy asked me how im doing. I just said im good. He introduced me to the other two, and they both said hi. I started to get really nervous, and I didn't know why. I started having a panic attack, and main boyfriend reached out to comfort me, which freaked me out even more. I screamed for them not to touch me, I didn't want anyone near me. I ran to the corner and curled up into a ball. I was breathing heavily and crying and I didn't know what was going on. My boyfriend's circled around me, but gave me some space. They kept asking me what was wrong, but I didnt know. I just kept screaming and telling them to not get near me. My main boyfriend just stood up, walked over, and sat down on the ground next to me. He just "well, now im next to you" and a wave of calm rushed over me. I immediately stopped screaming and crying. I just looked over at him, and he was smiling at me.

Then I woke up, that was the end of the dream. Does anyone have any ideas on what this might mean?

I had an interesting dream about a Native American Shaman with a Blue painted face staring at me in the desert. We were both alone and he had navy blue paint covering his entire face down to his shoulders. His hair was black and his head garment was all black as well. He was sitting on a red rock and we were in an empty desert mid-day. I don't know why I dreamt this but I'm curious to read any interpretations. I looked on line but found nothing specifically related to this dream. Also I haven't seen any native American related media so this wasn't just waiting to be dreamt about because I seen it or something.