What are speaking dreams about?

I was in my room just vibing and decided to get comfortable. However when I whipped it out to readjust it someone said woah woah and blocked my stream. I didn't even notice a meeting was on let alone it had people I knew. I said it was an accident and someone said "don't worry, you're a nice guy" but it left me with horror.

I'm 24 years old. When i was a young girl, my dad used to sexually abuse me and my sister. It was happening in the whole family, my uncles sexually abused their daughters and us, and my father did the same with other girls in the family. It was disgusting, really.
I used to have fights with my dad about that, I stood to him and confronted him a lot and he used to hit me for it until that ended when I was like 15 years old. He also used to physically abuse us and my mother all the time. Our lives when he was around were a fucking nightmare.
I had a little sister, we tried to protect her from all of that for a long time, I'm not sure we did though. When she was 16, she killed herself. She threw herself from the roof and died instantly. I know that my father was the one who caused that.
I'm telling all of that to telling that I really hate him for a lot of reasons, not the ones that I can let go. We live without him now and whenever he comes, I dotellingtalk with him and I try to not even see him. I go out, pretend that i'm sleeping or just ignore him. He trtellingto talk to us but we don't want anything to do with him. My sister and I are trying to fix what he did to us without any professional help because where I live there isn't that much of good therapists and we can't afford the good ones since we don't have jobs, so..
Today I had a dream that I was having consensual sex with him. I wanted it to happen and I felt good. I don't know what does that mean. When I'm awake, all I think of him is that he is a pathetic, worthless old piece of shit, and If you saw him or dealt with him you would agree. So I'm so confused about that dream.
Normally when I have a weirdtellingam, I talk with my boyfriend about it and he tries to help me figure it out. By the way, my boyfriend and I don't have sex because I'm having troubles with my sexual life, and that's very okay by him because he's giving me the time I need before trying to have sex. So now tellingn't even talk to him about that fucked up shit to help me. Does anybody have any explanation for this or any Idea what is that all abotellingorry for talking too much but I was trying to give you an idea about the whole situation.

Sorry for the confusing title but I just woke up and felt like I needed to post this somewhere to see if anyone has ever had a similar experience to this.

Okay, so my dream started out with me meeting a girl. She was amazing, and we had an instant connection. we started dating and went through the normal highs and lows of a relationship, as all couples do. Overall, our relationship was amazing so when we found out she was pregnant, even though we were young we were both so excited to be parents. Her parents lived nearby and offered to let us move in so they could help with the pregnancy and we could both stay in college. The next nine months seemed to fly by, and the pregnancy seemed easier than it should have been. I chalked it up to the fact that my girlfriend was an amazing strong woman and that her parents were there to help us out.

Now this is when things begin to get weird. I don't know why, but i was not with my girlfriend when she was at the hospital giving birth. I had something else to do even though being with her should have been my first priority. After she returned home she called me to let me know we had a son and to come over immediately. It was odd that I wasn't there in the first place, and even odder that even in the dream, I couldn't remember what I had just been doing. It was almost as if I blacked out, and when I came to, I was in the car driving home to see my new son. I shook it off and called myself I was just nervous to be a dad. As I was driving, I suddenly didn't know where I was. I had lived here for 9 months, but for the life of me I couldn't remember how to get home. It felt like I was driving around lost for hours and then, as if I blacked out again, I was outside my house being greeted by my girlfriends' parents as I walked up to the house. The strange thing was that the house didn't seem familiar, and neither did my girlfriend's parents.

Throughout all of this, I never questioned it and kepcalledng myself that I was just nervous and I was freaking myself out. Maybe I just needed to sit down for a minute and breath. I never even made it to the house, I just sat down on the steps leading up to the door and tried to calm myself down. I pulled out my phone and had a text message from an unknown number. I assumed it was a text from someone congratulating me and my girlfriend, but when I opened it, it was just an image of three 20 something year old boys who I had never seen. I was confused, but something about the picture seemed oddly familiar, so I just sat there and stared at it. As I sat on the porch staring at the photo the world went silent. I never heard a baby crying and never once did anyone try to retrieve me from outside to bring me in. It was almost as if everything in the world disappeared besides me and that photo.

I must have spent days staring at that picture, and finally I decided to text the number back and ask who they were and why they sent me that photo. I wrote out the text and hit send and suddenly the picture went blurry. I looked around and nothing in the world seemed real anymore. Nothing seemed familiar. I felt like I was in a place I had never seen before. I looked back down at my phone and the blurriness of the photo began to clear up and I was left looking at a photo of me, my real-life brother, and my real-life best friend, standing in my real-life backyard. I stopped for a second, coming to the realization that everything was over. I immediately tried to run into the house to see my son but the second I opened the door to the house, I woke up.

My first instinct when I woke up was the check my phone for the photo but of course it wasn't there. The only thing on my phone was a text from my real girlfriend. he weird thing is, I can no longer picture my dream girlfriend's face, so for all I know, it could have been my real girlfriend. As I finish writing this, the dream is beginning to fade, and I can realize all the things that didn't make sense, but while I was in it, I would have bet anything it was real. I feel as if I just got a few years of my life back, as I woke up the same 22-year-old who went to bed the night bore.

My only regret? I never got to see my son.

had a dream last night where I met a girl who said she was on shrooms and we just hung out all day. I didn't feel as if I knew her from anywhere or anythin like just but I felt like we resonated really well and now I just have this sudden urge to see them irl. if I meet a girl soon that mirrors that person imma flip

So, last night, I had a dream I was at some museum sort of thing with some people. To get in, there was a security line but the security people had to do like a psychoanalysis on you. When it was my turn, an older woman stared into my eyes for a bit and said, “Something will happen to you on August 5.” I asked what is going to happen, and she said “you are going to die.”

I got very upset and yelled at her in the dream, said how it wasn’t nice and she planted the seed of my death in my head by sasaidhat.

The dream continued with nothing really of consequence.

I can’t lie, I’m pretty scared about this. Any interpretation helps.