What are soul dreams about?

Hello all!
About 2 weeks ago I had a very existential lucid nightmare that I can’t get out of my head. It’s to the point where it has been effecting my waking life. I need some outside help making sense of what it could mean.

For context, I have existential issues involving what my purpose in life is or even if I am supposed to exist at all.

So it began in a sort of black void with a warm colored aurora in the sky. Directly in front of me there is a hooded man with his left eye missing that looks like an older grizzled version of me. Same look, voice, eye color, scar on our upper lip, everything. He is looking into a circular stone fountain looking thing with a bonfire positioned on a raised platform in the middle.

Around him in every direction as far as I could see were hundreds of thousands of gravestones. All of them had a vague “endings” written on them. (For example, “The Swiss Ending”, “The Atomic Ending”, “The Fantastical Ending”, etc.) Some were filled in while most had empty holes in front of them.

I approached the man in the middle and politely asked who he is and where I was. He simply responded with this,
“You know where we are, this is where we all go to die. Now find your grave, I’ll help you out when you get there.”
I responded with,
“My apologies, pal, I’m not dead yet. Who did you say you were again?”
“Does it matter? We’re all the same here anyway.”
That is when it occurred to me. All these graves were for different versions of me. From different realities or universes I don’t know. I was fairly certain I wasn’t dead and this was all just a bad dream so I decided to explore and possibly see which gravestone in this labyrinthine graveyard was mine.

As I walked, I started to feel a tug from my chest, like my heart was being pulled in a certain direction. I followed the pull for what seemed like ages. Eventually the graves just stopped except for this one gravestone sitting alone just outside of where the rest of them lay. As I approached my soul felt like it was it was sitting next to a cozy fireplace, so I had the feeling that this grave was mine.

I eventually got close enough to read it had it not been for the dust and debris that covered it. It looked old and dilapidated yet it still had an open plot in front of it. I brushed off the dirt covering the gravestone and what I read chilled me to my soul.
“The Bad Ending”

The old man came from beside me.
“What an unfortunate soul this one. Feel real bad for him, you know?”
“I think that’s me.”
“What? No, it couldn’t, he’s not-“
He looked at me, his face grew grim.
“Oh shit, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”
He then grabbed my face and I felt my brain shock like it had just been struck by Thor himself.

Then I woke up. Sweating, crying, and white-knuckled. It’s absolutely fucked with my mind ever since.

Okay so my girlfriend and I are very close and loving. We are twin flames, soul mates whatever you like to call it. It has happened a few times but one time more vivid than the rest. I was having a dream with specific details it included a person (my girlfriends uncle) a random black cat and my girlfriends cat. So in the dream my girlfriends uncle brought home a strange cat it was all black and very hostile toward the family cat and it was chasing it and biting it etc being very aggressive. I can’t remember many other details apart from the fact that her uncle was the one who brought the cat home. The weird thing is, my girlfriend and I woke up at the exact same time, we sat up at the exact same time, just kind of looked at eachother in shock before either of us said anything. And then I said “did you just have a dream?” And she said yes. Then at the exact same time we both said “about a black cat?” Literally we synchronized when we said it. We then started talking and the details were the exact same, we were in each other’s dream!! The same dream. How is this possible? Is it possible that the family cat being attacked by the hostile cat also shared the dream with us? When we woke up the cat was meowing at the door and freaking out. It was a very strange experience, surreal

I had a dream I ate every living being's soul, but then felt guilty and let them go by whispering them out and they all left out of my mouth like a group of balloons being released in to the sky.

I woke up with lump in my throat...

To whoever is reading this: If you notice that my story should've been submitted to another sub-Reddit, please let me know.

If I remember correctly, this happened in September or October of 2020. I came from work exhausted and what supposed to be an afternoon nap turned out to be something bigger and it haunts me to this day, which is why I've decided to write this post 10 months after it occured.

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It was some type of a trip and I happened to be in an old medieval Mediterranean town. I was there by myself but not alone as there were many young people around as well. Some were sitting on a concrete block, some were walking or simply standing and chatting. It was a typical summer night tourist attraction with people just roaming around carefree. I walked all the way up the hill where an old church was built and in front of that church some people in groups just looking around appreciating the architecture of the buildings around.

In front of the church there was a priest holding a lecture and presentation across a leather sofa where people were sitting and listening to him talking. At first I was the only one sitting there as he was talking, a few people decided to join me. The priest was presenting something that I can't remember now until he showed a picture of a figure that I've never seen before in my life - the figure with a hood on his head, that is all I can remember. He asked if anybody can recognize this figure and I stood up proudly saying how that is an Archangel Michael, but then quickly correcting myself and saying something what made me realize that this in fact is not Michael.

The priest was laughed warmly and said the name I've never heard before - Azrael. I remember repeating that name in my dream and thinking about it as if I won't remember it because it sounded so strange to my ears. As I looked back to this place where I was sitting, there was a hood waiting for me. A gift for me, what I felt this to be - a hood interwoven with golden and royal blue thread.

Then my body, out of my control was raising my arms up and I couldn't put them back down, that is when I started panicking for a bit. The dream continued but nothing that I can really remember.

I woke up after that strange afternoon nap remembering this Azrael name and then googled it, the results left me speechless and in tears. So if there are any religious/spiritual souls out that to help me interpret this haunting dream, I would be so thankful.

In my dream I was driving my car, and I drove past a gas station. In my rear view mirror I saw the gas station I passed explode. I felt some worry about the people there but relief I didn’t stop at that one, and then I kept driving.

I drove up to the next gas station that was within line of sight across the street, much closer than the first one and I waited at the red light. As the light turned green I saw the edges of the building light on fire, like the fire just appeared, and then I drove away but I didn’t get much distance before it exploded. I felt the heat off of it and heard the screams and I drove away scared with a feeling of dread in my stomach.

I finally drove to a gas station and decided to pull in and stop. But at the last second my hands froze on the steering wheel and instead of turning, I drove straight into the gas pumps and they also exploded.

I felt the explosion overtake my body so fast, and my physical body jumped in my sleep and my heart skipped a beat from the shock of it. At this point, after experiencing physical harm in my dream, I’d normally wake up. There was a brief darkness in my dream and I remember feeling relieved that I didn’t seem to experience much pain.

And then I could see again and I was standing outside my car in the aftermath of the explosion. I could hear sirens in the distance. A spectral male figure appeared floating above me and he held his hands out to me and gestured for me to take them and come with him. I was compelled to take his hands but I was confused, yet somehow I knew I felt safe and comfortable with this man at the same time.

As he brought me into the air with him and we floated together, I realized I was dead. And a huge wave of panic hit me knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to my boyfriend or my mom again- I immediately wanted to try to communicate with them even though I was dead. The man told me not yet, I had a soul contract to fulfill first.

The man took me and trained me, I remember him speaking to me about there being many things I needed to learn. He tried to teach me to be like him and convince me to come with him, but I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to stay as close to the Earthly plan as I could so I could one day see my family again and check in on how their lives were going now that I was gone.

After that he took me to a prison cell of a man whose soul needed to be saved. He told me to speak with him and try to help him. I went into the man’s cell and he seemed to recognize me even though I didn’t remember knowing his face. At the same time I felt love for him. He didn’t know I was dead until I reached out and touched his hand. He said “You’re so cold..” and I told him it was because I died.

I died on September 20th in my dream. Once I left the man’s cell I asked my spectral mentor what day it was to the people who were still living. He said it was October 21st. “A month?! Already?” I started panicking and hoping my boyfriend was okay. I knew I need to get to him and tell him not to be sad and that I’m still here, just in a different form. But the spectral man still didn’t want me to leave, and I woke up just after I agreed to stay with him instead.