What are stadiums and arena dreams about?

I've had this dream 7 years ago, it reoccurred for 30 nights, and now the dream has resurfaced, and has been going on about the same amount of time.

In this dream, I'm a bee flying around with a fellow bee. I'm in a country side, where the fields are on fire, and the skies are blotted with dull metallic locusts.

We are noticed, by the swarm, and we try to escape into a hollow log. They find us, and gnaw through the log in no time. So we fly towards, and old school/church house Bell tower.

i was about to die, when my fellow bee jumped in front of the swarm, and he begins to fall down towards the ground, I catch his mauled body, he's missing a wing.

He then transforms into a large statue of liberty, With a very booming voice he says."I am the Lord, and commands me to go to San Francisco.

Then I'm in a disembodied form, I see a football stadium. There's a tall man, with pale skin, black hair, and red eyes. He's in a business suit, talking to a very large crowd.

The end of my dream, I float towards the sky, and I see the United States being enveloped in a white light. The light was stronger on the edge of the country.

My apologies for the long post, and my first one. Its honestly freaking me a tad bit out. Nonstop dream, always begins, and ends the same.

First of, a little bit of background :

I'm french, I live in Toulouse with a roomate (He will be named (Big Champ) and sometime a third friend (let's call him Nabe King)

So, here's the dream :

We are in my appartment, there is Big Champ and Nabe King sitting on the couch ! I was like : "Hey guys, there's this awsome and fucking weird hentai I found, maybe we could watch it together ?" And then, they're like "why not, it'll be fun"

So, I launch the DVD to watch it with my bros.

It's a First Person Hentai and the protag is nameless and voiceless, we see a Young Girl (19 maybe) with thick thighs and massive boobs. She has big red eyes and short purple hair. We obviously fuck for no reasons but then, there is no more Nabe King, Big Chump or I, I only see and feel through the protag. I now exist in the univers of this hentai. I see a gigantic tentacle monster who look slimy and petrol-like. He fucks the "Waifu" then sat us behind an office and the monster transform into a mafia fat dandy old godfather but he's purple, he say with the French Kratos VA : "you like to fuck my wife isn't it ? Sooo, how about a threesome !" Then, there is a friend of the mafioso who say "Boss, that's not nice, let them be !" The guy who said that looked like both Alvin from Tales Of Xillia 2 and Morvran Voorhis from The Witcher ! Then, a flash !

It's all just a video game, it looks like the interface of Jack And Daxter, we see the Purple Mafioso turned again in a Tentacle Blob Monster with massive fists. He's in an arena, he fights orcish rat mutants while trying to help his friend ("Alvin") to open the door.

Then, another flash, I'm me again, but it's in the past in Toulouse, before the pandemic. I run, stressed out, I know everything that will happen. I run into a very classy Cinéma. There's the Waitress, all dressed in red with a top hat, she's old (60's) and has short hairs. She is "worried" about how I look, so terrified and scared. I run off then, stumble upon a very beautiful, stunning blonde girl, she look like Thomasine from The Vvitch. I say "is it before the pandemic ? It is isn't it ? You must hide before the end of times ! The rats will come !" She calms me saying "Gosh ! I sure will never make you meet my patiens !" Then she smiles at me then...

My fucking alarm clock ring.

I want to know what I've experienced, everything was sooo true ! It feels so real ! ... it's random and strange too

So I had this dream Friday morning after my wife left for work at 7am but before I had to get up at 11. It's still stuck with me so I decided to type out as much as I could remember.

I dreamed I was in the post snap Marvel Universe. Everything was all apocalypse and shit. Buildings fall apart, trash cans on fire, that sort of thing. But no one else around. Anyway somehow I found the Avengers secret hideout. Black Widow was there, Thor, Banner, Ant-Man, but no Captain America. I didn't ask why Cap wasn't there but Tony Stark was there, but teleconferencing in. I remember I did something to save Hawkeye's life, he unmasked and joined the party. And that's what it was kind of, a party. We just hanged out and talked and planned about how we were going to defeat Thanos....

But instead of fighting Thanos we all got into the Quinjet and flew to the Bahamas where we looked at Christmas decorations on houses. Hen we went to a stadium to watch a highschool football game between a team from Zamunda and a team from Wakanda. The Zamundan team rode into the stadium from the East in normal busses, but the team from Wakanda rode in from the West in futuristic floating busses that look the Disney monorails crossed with Tron lightcycles. That's when I woke up.

I dreamt I had a heart attack. Next thing that happened was I was walking down a long black hallway. A red demon in the distance started walking towards me. I told myself to not be afraid, and to stand up tall as to appear confident. The red demon faded and a white skeleton figure appeared. The white figured pointed to the right, which I followed. I was led to a large arena. It was poorly lit, and people were wondering all around looking very confused. Everyone was in human form. I remember thinking I wasn't sure if I made it to heaven, since this appeared to be a holding cell. I must say upfront that I'm an atheist, so during the dream I was thinking about what I had learned about death, not what I believed in. Although nothing made sense to me. Then numerous doors started to open around this holding cell, and a tall faceless figure pointed me to one of the doors for me to enter. Inside was a arena looking format where thousands of people were walking around. I immediately took a seat just so I could watch everyone. It was dark but many people were carrying neon items that were scattered all over the floors. I choose to not pick up anything.

Everyone appeared to be very happy they were there, but I couldn't figure out why. I felt safe but not joyful like the others. I noticed these beige bags all over the ground and people were grabbing inside to get what was in the. Everything they pulled out was different, but it was always appealing. This was the first time I decided to try and take something. I put my hands in the bag and found something soft. There were tons of different things I could feel, but I really wanted what this soft item was. Eventually I was able to pull it out and it was a tiny beige puppy that fit in the palm of my hand. I woke up right after I made eye contact with the dog.

What's weird is when I woke up I started to cry. I was finally at peace in this dream and felt robbed it wasn't true. I can't stop thinking about being disappointed I'm still alive. I want to go back even though I don't understand where I was.

Side note: I've been very ill for a couple weeks and bed ridden. Not sure if that's why I dreamt this, but I've never had a dream like this one ever.

There’s a young professional baseball player whose blood is discovered to be so rare that it has the potential to save billions of lives in an oncoming worldwide catastrophe. In order to extract the player’s blood, they need a volunteer to donate their own for him to have as a fail-safe in case something were to go wrong. In an unknown turn of events, it is determined that my blood can serve this purpose, and I’m brought to the doctor’s office for them to receive the sample. The doctor responsible is my childhood primary physician, and his words comfort me as he assures me the importance this transaction of blood has on the livelihood of our species. Everything goes smoothly, and I head home with my mom and our dog Zip with a feeling of accomplishment. The dream shoots forward to us in the front row of a professional baseball game, where the crowd is sold-out in celebration of the star player, whose blood has successfully been procured as a safety net for the human race in the onslaught of an unknown apocalyptic event. He hits a home run, inciting a wave of cheer, hysteria, and tears of joy throughout the crowd. As he rounds first base, he unexpectedly falls to the ground. His body remains motionless as paramedics rush to his side, and the crowd’s cheers slowly soften until silence consumes the stadium. I watch nervously as the paramedics attempt to perform a transfusion on the field, with what I assumed was my blood. A woman’s voice emerges on the PA system, quietly announcing that the player has passed. The tears from his home run are quickly met with tears of despair, confusion, and guilt, as I witness firsthand the failure of my blood to save the life of a hero.