What are square dreams about?

I just woken up with my heart racing, from having the worst nightmare of my life, ever.

I dreamt about three people that murdered my family in a really sick game. First, they made my family hostage in a church that is near my father's workplace, then they called everyone in my university, and two of the people went out and executed them in cold blood. Then, they executed my family, and proceeded to walk out of the church in a car and told people in the street to lay down.
Then, they got out of the car, told everyone in the street to get up, said something along the lines of "it's 28:00 already, you should have been sleeping, shouldn't you?" and they started to say stuff that indicated they were coming for me.

All the time, I was far away from the shootings, on the other side of the square in front of the building, in the middle of the people in there. I just knew they ended up killed from hearing the gunshots, and never witnessed the actual killings. The nightmare lasted for about 30 minutes or so.

What can this mean?

Hey,

I dreamt of sitting in the middle of a field with a forest infront of me where hundreds of trees were standing tall. I was sitting on a squared cushion with a book in my hand from which I was reading and all of a sudden from the trees came out these giants (100ft or so) which I gathered were the spirits of the trees. They stood with their arms crossed and pushed a wind like energy towards me, I held the book close to my chest and the energy coming towards me would go around me as if I was in a force field. Would anyone know what it could possibly mean?

(my English isn't great, apologies)

Whatsup I'm 13f and had a weird dream that's leaving me paranoid please help. So a few nights ago i had a dream where I went insane.
I was in a big white room. There were small square windows around me, like, really small. I would look out the windows and see these bright flashes of purple light(purple is my comfort color).
I wasn't really scared more like... confused. Disoriented. Like a wild animal that was thrown in a cage.
After hours of confusion my mom finally took me to a mental hospital. I didn't see how she got me there, I just got flashes of purple.
At the hospital there was this strangely calm doctor that asked me questions that I don't remember and he handed me three prescription bottles. One of them just said psychopath.
Once we got home my mom got mad because we weren't able to go on our trip to Raleigh(we're going there this week.)
This dream has left me so freaked out and paranoid, please tell me what it means!!

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.

m, 18

Woke up hysterically crying today because I had a dream that I was at target, I saw a book with the cover torn off, and this illustration in the dead center of the page, this 1:1 square, rounded corners (looking similar to an iOS app icon), of this rubber duck with this-- either bucket hat or, explorer sort of hat on, in a wave, almost like an ocean. I remember seeing it move a little bit, the duck floating through the peaks and troughs. I woke up with my knees tucked to my chest, my pillow soaked with tears. I don't see how this relates to anything in my life as I don't remember any specific events with rubber ducks, target, or books. Maybe target-- but with books or rubber ducks bare no relevancy to target.