What are skin dreams about?

Wow I just woke up from the most absurd dream I think I have ever seen. It was formed like a bollywood musical with song and romance and other shit. The villain of the movie was Satan but he was always running away and hiding from view. His nemesis was a young innocent girl who believed in God & tried to prove his existence to everyone.

So satan lived on for years in disguise amongst people leading them on the path of sin but he was so afraid of being discovered that he could never be in his true form ( burly six pack but without any outer layer of skin , only red muscle visible) but god would occasionally walk the earth and no one would notice because he was dressed like a pauper and was so frail and short.

In the final moments of the dream I witnessed a monologue that Satan was having with himself. He said that he denied his own existence in the world because he knew that if people actually believed in Satan then the majority of the world, (who was by this time atheist) would leave their belief and start believing in God. And since it would be an action with fear of Satan as a motivator for leaning on to god, then Satan would be wiped off the face of the earth.

So he would rather deny his own existence and be able to influence a few people every day & lead them into crime & brutality . He feared power and being recognised because that would mean everyone rushing to God (in the beginning of the dream satan mentioned everyone is inherently divine but had a great propensity for evil since most people are unaware of their own divinity)

And as for god, he didn't want to end it & expose satan. God in the dream was unaffected by Satan and didn't want to end or expose him because God couldn't harm anyone, not even Satan because harm was not a divine quality but an evil one.

I think watching Bird Box and Bandersnatch on the same day might have influenced my dream. What do you think? Any comments?

Ok so this could be some random dream that just happened with no meaning but it freaked me out, I have deja vu alot.

Ok so I was really tired one day so I took a nap and woke up to what felt like a super realistic feeling and I walked into my moms room and she told me Russia had sent missiles to us and we were in the insurance zone (pretty sure she meant impact zone but my dream said insurance lol) and they would arrive shortly, so we were waiting for a bit just not knowing what to do with our time and I told them "The US would surely retaliate and kill Russia" and my mom told me the East Coast had been wiped clean and we were next and we heard 3 loud beeps (kinda like a bomb or a timer) and a large flash of light blinded the room, my family could still see but I remember not feeling any pain and my skin on fire and it taking ten seconds to hit and I was mezmorized by this fire and not feeling pain and then sudden death hit. I woke up to 4 screens in which I only remember two of the options which were "relive last memory" and "relive life". I then woke up from my dream and was freaked tf out. Any meaning behind it?

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too

For some context, I’m a teenage female, and this nightmare or night terror has happened since I was 4 up until two years ago when I saw the man in the nightmare, after I had the nightmare that night in my bffs house in Illinois. I haven’t had the nightmare since then, but I had it last night. I felt like throwing up after I had woke up, showered and got dressed.

I had my usual nightmare from a long time ago, and it was all normal. I was in a old lime green Cadillac with a oakwood dashboard, in the back left seat, with people who aren’t my family but are in my dream. A little boy sat next to me, he had pale skin, dark hair but the lightest blue in his eyes, and a sweater to match the hue of his eyes. The driver in front of me, was a man with broad shoulders, and a white sweater covering them. I couldn’t see anymore of his features from my seat but the woman in the top right was gorgeous. She sat with good Posture, her pink dress hugging her curves, as long with her sweater on top. As the car drove up the dirt road on a hill, I see the man in black (his face is covered but I saw his face the last time I had this nightmare at my bffs house in Illinois but then saw him at the cafe the day after, but with a little girl with him.) then it crashes.

But here’s where things get off.

I get out of the car crash like normal, the people that were in the car are no where to be seen, like normal. Then I turn to my right, to see the man in all black. But when I see the man, instead of starting to turning to my left and running downhill, I stand still. I stand still but firm in the ground. I, still staring at where his face would be, see him walk towards me. He walks with a slow, steady pace. Each foot touching the dirt, making a print. Soon, he is standing in front of me, with two feet of space between us. I can now see his face from underneath his hood he wore, and the wind blew. The wind had never blown in the nightmare before, but the wind hit his face, and he had no reaction.

He then focuses on my eyes, and starts to speak. His face emotionless but the words being said as a warning, I can’t remember what he said yet, but I’ll try and remember it.

If anyone could have the slightest idea to what some of this means, please say anything. Even if you think it may not help, I’ll take what I can get.

I had a dream last night about some kind of murderer called the Clothman.

He isn't human, his face is smooth and almost featureless, except for these two grooves that run town his face and point toward his chin. His skin's kinda greyish. He's so tall.

He wears a vest, pants, and a little bowler hat. Maybe a scarf too.

He has a song. If you sing/hum/whistle the song he will come. Thankfully I don't remember it.

The song will start playing outside along with loud wind if you sing it.

If you look outside you'll see him walking up to your house after a few seconds. I only saw his legs, I didn't look up.

He'll come in.

Don't sing his song.