What are smiling dreams about?

It was as if I had seen the real world, not the one that we are in but, a dystopian place where people who consciously dream are locked away for fear of finding the real world. I escaped from the prison to eat my favourite food, chicken schnitzel, due to the fact that in the prison you barely got to eat and a lady (That I knew was guarding the real world trying to catch dreamers) spoke to me and asked me if I was ok, I stared blankly at her, she replied with "Oh good I almost thought you were conscious" with a sinister smile. I heard speak of someone once I had left the restaurant talk about words that would unlock the gates to the prison and let the conscious dreamers be free, I found other dreamers, fell in love and walked amongst the rooftops of cities and through streets for what felt like days. I found myself reaching a pinnacle of a grand tower, that stood above the city and the code words that would set the dreamers free, I returned to the prison, near the restaurant that I had broken into, the same lady spoke to me she was angry with what I had done, that I would let people know of the real world and with the words of power, I let out all the people into the real world and woke up.

Was curious if anyone else has experienced this before and if so, what was it like for you?

Several times I have had this same dream, everything is normal (as normal as a dream can be) and all of a sudden I see a nuke slowly falling towards me. Each time I’ve seen the nuke, I didn’t feel scared, I just said “well, guess it’s time to see what it’s like to die”

The nuke goes off. And all sounds and thoughts dissipate. It goes so quiet, but I don’t wake up.

I can’t see anything, but it’s not dark or light. I can’t move, but it’s not scary, rather contrary. It felt actually blissful. Like a sensation when you take your first sip of wine and ur body gets warm but multiply that sensation by x1000. I could feel like as if I was floating, and smiling, but again no thoughts, no sound. It’s been awhile since I’ve had this dream and I’ve only met one other person who has experienced the same exact thing

How about you guys? Sorry if my wording is bad, but would love to see if you can relate or have a completely different experience

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.

It was a room. Empty. Black, bit with white lines. As if you colored the lineart of the walls white. There were no lights but there was a faint glow, just enough for me to clearly see. There was...something in the corner of the room. Crying, muttering to itself, drawing on the walls with what I thought was a red marker. But as I inched closer, I realized its fingertips were cut off. And it was drawing with its blood. The blood was bright, not like normal blood. It was like, neon red. Very strange.

I don't exactly remember what it was drawing but it was drawing the same symbol over and over again. It was whimpering to itself. My brain automatically went "Help it, it's hurt" So I put a hand on its shoulder. It didn't even jump or get startled. It just stopped everything. It lowered its hand from the wall and slowly turned its head to face me. It had strange features. It was tall, skinny. But it still had like, basic human anatomy. It had a nose, lips, a chest, muscle definition (of whatever muscle it had) It was just a completely black skinny human, but with crazy eyes that were completely white. And they were...scribbly. Like if you took a white pen and angrily scribbled a circle on black paper.

It stared at me for a second, before saying in a raspy, pained voice. " You're like my art in a lot of ways." It moved closer to me. I smiled slightly, " How so?" Its hand curled around my neck, but not choking me, as it leaned into my ear and whispered, " You were created. You have blood. And..." It leaned in with its hands still around my neck, its lips almost brushing against mine, " I can rip you up whenever I wish."

With that last word, it dug its fingers into my neck. Literally. Its fingers went through my neck, piercing the flesh. I choked a little bit. Then like a movie, it cut to a different scene. Back to it drawing on the walls. Then it cut again to it curled into a ball, sobbing, whimpering, muttering. Then I woke up with the horniness of a thousand 13-year-old boys. Which was hella confusing. So like, what the fuck?

I've had a dream of a cute girl I've rarely spoken to approach me in a dark room, where nothing was illuminated except for her. I think I was in the kneeling position or on the floor, and she looks at me and smiles warmly.

"You don't have to do it alone", she says. End.