What are tackling dreams about?

Background: I’m a 21 year old women with a two year old child named melody and a husband named nick. We all use to live in a pretty run down triplex house and moved out of it two years ago. Last night I had a dream about being back there and I’m not sure why.

My family and I were living at the old place but it looked different. It was basically an entire new house but I remember calling it 5933 like the old place. I was watching an old friends kitten for her and I had melody with me and I noticed that our windows were open so I went to check and they were missing. Like the windows were just gone. I could reach out and touch air. I start getting really suspicious and take melody to the front of the house where I noticed that the door wasn’t locked and chained. As soon as I noticed my husband Nick opened it and started yelling about how we have to keep the door locked at all times. I told him to stop yelling because I was trying to figure out what was going on with the windows and felt like someone was nearby and he wouldn’t because he wasn’t listening and was mad about the door. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady running away with one of our windows and I went outside and tackled her and you could tell she was tweaking. She was on serious drugs. I pulled her inside and my husband came back asking where the kitten was and this lady was just laughing and laughing and finally she told me that she stole him and duct taped him up and killed him with a screw driver. She tried to reach behind her to get a screwdriver we had on the floor and tried stabbing me but she was so out of it that she was barely tapping me with it. I held her down on the ground and kept trying to call 9 1 1 but none of the calls went through. My husband tried calling and couldn’t hear anything so he told them what was going on and our address in hopes maybe they could hear us but we couldn’t hear them. He grabbed our daughter melody and I picked up this lady because she was saying her boyfriend was coming for us and laughing and I carried her outside to get better service and I saw a guy on a bike and he said “hey you wanna put my wife down there?” He flashed some type of weapon and I knew I couldn’t outrun him when he was on a bike but I knew if I let her down the police would never find them and they would kill me. So I tried to run carrying her and he started biking towards me and I woke up.

I haven’t had a nightmare in a few months. I use to have them almost every night until I started taking zzzquil to help me sleep. Last night I had taken zzzquil just like every night to help me sleep but still had a nightmare. I’m not sure what it means at all and it’s so specific I can’t find anything on dream interpretation. Thanks in advance if anyone is able to understand that big mess...

I started with my friends outside. I was in front of my house and it was night and we saw a little girl. You know what I mean: long black hair, pale skin, white dirty dress, the whole outfit. She was walking slowly, looking down, and me and my friends were uncomfortable, but we kept walking. All of a sudden it jumps at us and three of my friends tackled the girl and had her face down (looking back I didn’t know these people but were were joking around as if we were buddies). It was trying to look up and every time it looked up it had a different mangled face, but ever face had the same dark eyes that looked into my soul. I was frozen. All of a sudden I had a dream transition where I was just in a new place and a new time. I was walking outside with my grandparents (I’m 13 so imagine 65-70 year olds, not 90 year olds). Some one was in a pickup truck in front of our house, and my grandmother was talking to them, and she seemed worried. My grandfather kept walking. Me and my grandma walk to the the truck, and my grandpa said the truck wouldn’t start. Now they both seemed worried, and we were standing exactly where me and my friends stood. I looked back to the pickup truck and it was gone. I looked back and my grandma and that girl was walking toward here. My grandmother freaked out. I wasn’t frozen this time, and I was the one to tackled the girl. She was trying to get her face up and I saw those alien, black eyes. I yelled at my grandparents to go in the car, but gestured for them to get under the car, because this thing appeared out of nowhere, it could definitely get in the car. I basically tried to fake it out. It really wanted to get it’s face up now and all of a sudden it’s neck snapped it it was staring right at me. I was frozen again. Black oriental eyes, little round nose, and the part that fucking chilled me to the bone. It had no mouth. It looked like someone took flesh and pulled it over a cup. It got up and as it stood it grew to 10 feet and looked down at me. My grandma came out from under the car to help me, and it went after her. I heard screaming but didn’t look back as I ran to the next door house. I felt that terrible feeling when you run in a dream. And going up the steps to their house was worse. The door was open, and I yelled, “Is anyone home?” I got a reply of giggling and whispering, and then heard light footsteps behind me. Thank god I woke up then. I’m a bit shook.

i had a dream about this guy i’m friends with. in the dream, he was the bad guy and was dressed in all black. i saw him take something from a group of people and start running away, and then i realized it was him and started chasing after him. i remember there were police all around, but when i tackled him to the ground the “police” came over and they were actually part of some criminal society that this guy was also apart of. and then the police guys beat me up and i don’t remember much about the dream after that. but what are some possible interpretations of this?

So there was a tale of a man who sets up two poles in fields, and ties strings to those poles to create triangles. Various triangles. Different ones for different people and areas. These triangles somehow subliminally told kids to come over here. To which the man would rape, abuse, or kill the child. Or all three.
One day, my mom and I were driving home when i saw the triangles. Going back to where we left, Steve Rogers and T'Challa went looking for him at my request. To no avail. Even though I knew his general location, seeing the triangles in a field just down the road.
They had no luck finding him. I received a call from an unknown number. I answered, only to find it was this son of a bitch. He knew everything about me. Knew where I lived, my name, SSID, everything. So myself and two other went after him. We hid in the trees of a small campsite and waited. He arrived and recorded himself talking about his pleasures. He saw us in the trees and took off.
Before he was able to escape, we tackled and captured him. We took him to a house and tried to figure out what to do with him. One of the guys with me said we should spare him. I said no, he rapes and beats children. I went over to him, and started beating him. Hits to the temple, jaw, throat. Broke some bones and put him in serious pain. He started to crawl away, laughing about his victims. I grabbed a gun and shot him through the bottom of his head. Watching the life leave his body made me happy. It was over.
It was at this point I woke up and went "what did I just dream up?" It felt so real. I truly believed there was a triangle killer out there, I had to Google it to find out it wasn't real.
Interpretations welcome, or you can just enjoy reading it. I just felt the need to write it out somewhere. Thanks for your time.

(sorry if there are typos or grammar mistakes I was writing this on my phone on my side after just waking up) The dream started with me in my bed on a winter night and as I got comfortable I heard giggles and some shifting so I opened my window and looked out it and there was a man covered in snow with sharp teen made out of snow and he looked at me then waved and I shut the window as fast as I could then ran down to my dads room and I banged on his door and he came rushing to it and I explain what happened and he just said “that’s Odin and we can’t do anything or he’ll kill us” he then pulled out his phone and showed me a video of him blowing up people on a mining site and he didn’t seem too concerned and he explained it was nothing to worry about my dream then flashed forward to the next day. It was the middle of the night and I was outside eating a banana and then Dominic burgess appeared out of a black van about 30 feet away from me then he started to run at me with the clear intent to kidnap me I tried to run to my door but it was jammed and while facing the door I heard a thump. I slowly turned around and it was Odin with a knife in Dominics throat with the widest grin ever and the door finally busted. I went to my room crying , my dream skipped to the next morning, I looked outside and Dominics dead body was hangin by strings on a tree and Odin came running at me from the right with foam coming out of his mouth. I quickly ran back into the house and I shut and locked the door or so I thought, the lock messed up and it didn’t lock Odin and I were fighting to keep the door closed or have it open. He barged open through the door and tried to tackle me but he was a little person so I picked him up and threw him to the ground. I step over his body when black blood started seeming out of his head and a puddle was being formed. I walked to my dad who was in the living room and he was drinking coffee and for some reason seemed like he didn’t care and he said “so you did it, you killed him” and my sister asked “killed who?” He replied by showing her a video of him outside his window and a bloody knife in his hand and grinning. Our dad then told us his story and then the dream ended.