What are teleporting and vanishing dreams about?

I was in this battle arena map and there was a bunch of military guys running around climbing up on these cliffs and jumping off of them. Then in the dream a guy appeared in my vision and said "sorry! I gave you the wrong dream! Won't happen again!" He then disappeared and map appeared in my vision that was a schematic plan of the dream. The dream soon ended after.

I almost want to say this is close to lucid dreaming? I've been trying for a while now and I've been getting these really weird ones.

I was at my bfs, and he was helping his grandad with something. Then just like that, we were working at our job. I remember my manager asking me to serve my friend. My friend disappeared and then All of a sudden, a girl that my bf and I know walks in, dressed in all white. She was there physically but not mentally, like a negative spirit of some sort took over. The energy that she gave off scared us both so much. She kept walking around the work place and just stared at my bf and me without saying anything. The dream doesn’t sound scary but the scary part was the energy. The energy I got from her was very creepy, I remember my bf waking me up in real life, knowing something wasn’t right.

When I told him my dream it turned out that he had the exact same dream too... we were too scared to go back to sleep and it was the middle of the night.

For his dream, the same events happened but she also tried to put her arms around him and when he kept saying “no” sternly, he looked at her and she had no head, so it was just her arms.

Does anyone know what this dream could mean, and how my bf and I had the same dream?

I don’t even know if Freud could find the meaning of this one…Translated from French so there might be some strange words badly translated but the essential is there… It all starts with a game. I do stupid things. I don’t really remember where I am, but it could be around my grandmas house. I pull up plants and flowers that I put in a dumpster. I know I have to hurry because I don’t want to get caught. So I run faster and faster and I put more and more objects in the dumpster. Suddenly it’s fear. I see my little brother arriving with other people. I hide in the dumpster. But it’s too late. Here they are approaching and I jumped out of the dumpster. But there some strange things happened. When I get out of the dumpster I felt weird. Something is stuck to me. Fluorescent, transparent, sticky, gooey and fantastic. The people around me seem to know this stuff and a game starts between them and me. They too are affected by substance, I would even say that I am becoming substance and they too, and there is no longer any gravity. A dance follows and this substance binds between objects and subjects which leap up and down and from left to right. Billions of filaments are created in this dance and I see objects appearing in its vicinity. All kinds of objects, monuments, with each interactions with these people of new forms emerging and these billions of filaments between us, as we continue to bonfire from all sides, endlessly creating new fabulous objects. I watch them appear and disappear to become other objects as I move and interact with these people. The filaments of which I am now made are extraordinary. I dance and I fly looking at their multiple creation made of these billions of filaments. It almost looks like glue, or worse, slime. These forms are creation intertwined between the movements of my body, those of others and the limitless imagination of our minds. Then I feel like I only see the objects of other people’s spirits as I interact with them. I feel free and happy. This dream is intense and it is one of the most fantastic that I have ever had. It shows me in itself the object of artistic creation. The object of desire constantly metamorphosed. Made of a substance that first came from that dumpster and then became me. I hear people and their exclamations as each interaction creates different objects in the vortex of filaments that make us up. I am amazed. I can not believe it. Suddenly, I wake up. WTF? Any input would be highly appreciated. Thanks in advance.

So this is the first nightmare I’ve had since high-school, from this post it was a week ago and I’m still getting flashes of what happened during it and I have no clue what’s going on.

Me and my father were our boating on a lake, a lake I spend over 2-3 weeks at each summer (my “happy place”) but it appeared much older. What I’d guess 20-60 years ago.

We were boating and we watched a boy, 8-11ish, jump off a cliff on a rope swing. Only he had wrapped the rope around himself pinning his arms to his side, and knotted it. We watched him slowly unravel until he was still pinned, dragging across the water. And then he disappeared under it. And then he emerged, escaped from the rope. I remember thinking it was some kind of adrenaline “beat the clock” sort of game. He swam to a dock, climbed onto it and we boated over and from the boat gave him the dad “You could’ve died speech.” To which he responded “Where’s the fun in that?” He then took a few steps over towards us on the dock. And all of a sudden his face hollowed in, his eyes went entirely jet black, his skin shrunk around him like he was anorexic, and turned violently and entirely dark purple and blue, with dark blue veins running across his body. He made direct eye contact with me and said “I feel cold.”

And I woke up. And now for a week straight, I keep seeing flashes of this emaciated child staring at me and saying that. I’ve read what drowning means, but he didn’t disappeared or die then. I’ve read what black eyed children means, but I don’t know since he didn’t start off that way? I’ve been trying to analyze this but I have gotten nowhere, and this seemed like the best place to help.

In my dream I walked into my bathroom and saw a bug flying and it was carrying a tarantula. When I walked in the big vanished into thin Air dropping the spider on its back. The tarantula was also a deep brown color of that make any difference