What are teenager dreams about?

TW: Domestic violence and murder.

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This was about 3 years ago but it still plays on my mind all of the time!

In my dream I was a teenager living with my mother and teenage sister. I should not that I don't have a sister close in age irl. There is over a 20 year age gap between my sister and I and it wasn't my real ;life mother and sister in the dream.

Back to the dream. We seemed quite poor. We lived in a small flat type house; it was above a shop maybe? I didn't see the outside of it so I can't be sure. It was open plan kitchen & living room.

My dream mothers boyfriend came over extremely drunk.
He started yelling and assaulting my mother in the kitchen while my sister and I kind of cowered in the living room.
the assault started getting really bad so my sister and I were crying and screaming for him to stop.
He knocked our mother unconscious, grabbed a knife and started coming towards us.
We attempted to make a run for the bedroom but he caught my sister and stabbed her multiple times in the stomach.
I reached the bedroom and tried jump over the bed to the open window to escape but he caught me before I had a chance.
He pushed me face down onto the bed, grabbed my hair to pull my head up and slit my throat.
I felt myself die. I started rising up above myself and saw my lifeless body laying on the bed.

in this moment I woke up saying "New Orleans 1843"
I tried googling murders during that years in the area but couldn't find anything.

I'm convinced this was a past life dream as it didn't feel like a regular dream.
It was so vivid and real!

I dream pretty often but i usually don't remember them. This one happened last night and i remember it vividly. Upon going to sleep i was trying to have an astral experience (i've been playing with that idea for a while) but was unsuccessful. I did however have a very vivid violent dream.

In this dream, I was at home with my family. Not really abnormal since that's where I live. But my Dad said something that upset me greatly. I don't even remember what he said. (now we don't have a great relationship irl but it's not a terrible one either. just very distant) and what happened after is the concerning part. I proceeded to fight him. It moved into the back yard, and i was chasing him down as he was running from me, landing blow after blow. I could very clearly see huge black bruises and some blood dripping from the side of his head. Once the fight ended we were in the front yard, he called the police and our neighbors across the street (who were different people from our actual neighbors. these people were younger, maybe 20 some odd year old black women. i think i work with one of them. our real neighbors are a 70 year old white woman and her 50 year old son.) the ladies came over and checked on me to make sure i was okay. then it gets a little weird. the officer that showed up was one that i have spoken to before about some issues i've been having. (the short version is i talked to him about my anxiety and suicidal thoughts; don't worry about that i'm taking care of it) he arrived and talked to me for a bit, writing down my side in his notebook like he was taking my statement then left. An older officer who i didn't recognize and who i think was a sheriff arrived next and took both my dad and myself off to jail.

i've never had a dream like this before. I don't know what to make of it. My dad and i haven't had any kind of arguments or anything lately, he's never been abusive, i can name a handful of times that i felt like i wanted to smack the shit out of him but those are entirely a decade or so old and happened when i was just being a rebellious jackass teenager, and nothing ever actually happened. This is a very disturbing dream to me.

Hi. I woke up about 6 minutes ago and had to write this down somewhere. This dream has left me feeling very off about the place I'm in right now to the point where I'm not sure what's real and what's fake. I'd like to know what you all think this might be about!

In this dream, everything was normal. I'm a teenager with a single mom so it was just me and her sitting on her bed with a show going on the TV and us both writing stuff on our tablet/phones. After awhile, she gets up to go to the kitchen and the dogs follow her. I stay in there for a bit and watch the tv, talking to some friends. While talking to them they keep bringing up really weird things happening in the news, like a new Virus. Or how Corona is going to take over everything. It was odd, things they'd never talk about expecially not in our games.

Telling them I'm gonna log off and go help my mom in the kitchen, they get really mad at me and start threating me almost in a warning way. Like "if you leave us right now something bad us going to happen to you" kind of things. But I shrugged it off and left anyways.

Going to my kitchen I started noticing things that are different, just tiny things. Like my dogs sitting in places they don't normally sit, or some spots missing off of they're fur. Or how my bedroom door was first in the hallway, and the second was the bathroom. (that's switched irl). I sat down at the counter and started talking to my mom who was washing dishes, her asking if I'm noticing anything weird..almost like she was there to prompt me TO see if anything was off. Like a NPC in a video game. After that I really started to notice things. Like a dog bark from a dog eating a bone. Or a song coming from nowhere. But again, I shrug it off and ask my mom what I can do to help. She says she wants my dishes from my office, so I go. (The way my office is set up, it has this small hallway initially that leads to a closet,and then there's a door that goes into the actual room.) So walking into the small hallway the first thing I notice is that the door to the closet is gone and it's just..covered in ants. The entire empty wall is just crawling with millions of ants. I shrug that somehow off and step into my office. Now, irl a couple of weeks ago the window there broke. It was gone. But here, it was still there. I remember feeling anger. alot of anger. Then stomping up to the window and pushing the glass out of its frame so it would fall to the ground outside and shatter..the only thing on my mind was so clearly "Break the System." Over and over and over again.

I started to get a headache from hearing that so I took my headphones and put them in..they werent connecting to anything but a song was playing. Just a normal song, playing as it should..but I started to notice the pronunciation in the words were off. Like just slightly distorted to sound wrong. So I listened for a little bit on my way back to the kitchen, but got tired of hearing the distortion so I went to unplug them from..whatever they were plugged into. Right as I go to unplug them it starts saying words. Like if you took a album and played all the songs at once that's what it'd sound like. But the only words I remember clearly are "Virus, death, hell, corona, scared, alternate, please". And then I woke up.

So all in all, it's got me questioning what real and what isn't
Or if this dream was a sign that I need to do something or that things are going to get worse. What if this was a warning, somehow?

TL;DR Dreamt of a world where everything was normal until I slowly started to see that it was not and it started to aggresively tell me it wasn't normal anymore.

Can I hear your thoughts about this? Thanks for the read!

Okay so, last night I had a dream. It was only for a couple of seconds but I’m so confused about it. Let me give you the explanation. I wake up (in the dream) and I look to the side of my bed (I have a queen size bed) and I see a woman, she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and I think she was wearing a white night gown. But she was whispering something, I didn’t understand it so I replied, “huh?” And I woke up a couple seconds later, but I didn’t hear what the lady said.
My family is mostly Hispanic, I come from two Hispanic parents, and my family has black hair, also I think the woman was in her mid 20s maybe young adult? And I’m a younger male teenager irl. But I’m really confused about it, so can anyone help me out?

So, a week ago I had a dream that really stuck with me for some reason. I woke up around 1 in the afternoon (I work nights), with my heart still racing from it and feeling extremely anxious. I’m just trying to make sense of it.

In the dream, I had traveled by boat to this woodland-covered island in the middle of the lake that my parents live on/where I grew up. This island exists in real life. It’s about a mile long and maybe 100 yards wide, covered in woods with some native wildlife like deer, grey foxes, armadillos, raccoons, etc. This island sits directly across the water from my parents house, we can see it easily from our backyard. I used to take my canoe over there and explore this island a lot as a teenager. Also noteworthy: This island was the site of a very small summer camp sometime in the 1950s. You can still see the crumbled remains of what were once the camp kitchen and bunks, very simple wooden structures with a few rusted cot frames, misc trash and an old kitchen stove remaining. This island also was once home to a small herd of goats put there to help maintain vegetation on the island, but all had disappeared by the 90s. People camp on it occasionally.

Moving on to the dream! It was broad daylight outside, sometime in early afternoon I think. I went, for reasons unknown, to the island by boat. I don’t recall what sort of boat I was in. I think my husband was with me, but that detail is murky. I walked through the woods to the middle of the island where the old camp used to be. The kitchen mess hall is still standing, a wooden structure about the size of a doublewide trailer with no doors attached to the entrances or glass in the windows.

I go inside. There is no electricity, but I can the interior fairly well from the daylight coming through the open doorways/windows. Inside, it is littered with trash and nylon camping tents/piles of bedding where people have been sleeping there on the dirty wooden floor. There are 2 darkened rooms off each end of the main room. There are also several groups of people milling about inside, talking and laughing like this was just their hangout spot. Maybe 8-12 people total. I am drawn to a tent in the center of the room. It is partially unzipped, so I peek inside. It is empty except for a black plastic trash bag,and lying beside the trash bag is the decomposing body of 1 of my 4 cats. I become instantly filled with indescribable terror and run towards the doorway to leave.

As I try to leave, a young couple enter the doorway as the male half proclaims “alright let’s go cheat!” while leading his laughing female companion towards one of the darkened side rooms. I look back into the main room and see a large but rather skinny pink pig rooting around in the trash strewn about. The whole atmosphere was like a “trap house”, an abandoned building where homeless addicts congregate to squat and use drugs.

In terror, I proclaim “how can you all just sit in here with this dead, rotting cat like it doesn’t exist???” I was especially terrified over the body of my dead cat. I couldn’t even walk near the tent he was in. I remember hoping the pig would just eat his body so it would be gone.

My husband and I are forced to spend the night here. We chose a spot in the building far away from my dead cat. Upon awakening the next day, we make a hasty getaway. Suddenly the doorway has a flimsy screen door on it. I look around the main room once more before we go. The people are gone, but the pig is still there, rooting around in the trash on the floor. I say to my husband “we should leave the door propped open so the pig can get out”. Then we leave.

In reality, my cat is healthy and fine. He’s an indoor-only cat and my baby.

Can someone interpret this wild AF dream for me??lol