What are terrorist dreams about?

Me my dad and my cousins Hannah and Tessa were in a fair thing that was indoors. and over the intercom some people said there was no way out and that they had rigged the place with bombs if something doesn't happen (I don't know what). So we just acted like normal and tried to have a fun time before our possible deaths. And we saw some pig pens. And next to the pigs there was a door that led to a room with hay on the ground and fake ducks littering it. I had my phone and checked how I looked often like I usually did. But my phone was acting really weird and had a black screen for a bit. So we decided to walk down a hallway and we saw some blinking hockey puck shaped things. And they started blinking faster and faster. My dad just said "stubborn terrorists huh they don't wanna blow it up" and then I just remember hearing a loud boom and then I felt the hardness of the ground. I'm having trouble breathing. I only managed to get 2 quick breaths. And at my mid torso I couldn't feel anything below that. All I felt was like dripping. It felt like water pouring from a pot. And while I felt this all I saw was black. I don't know if I could open my eyes. I don't know if I was trying to or just couldn't. And all I said to myself was "Jesus Christ i accept you as my savior" and I just saw black. And then woke up. What does this mean?

This is the most vivid and longest dream I ever had it felt like I lived through someone's experience or life who was in the Afghanistan war. The dream was soo bizarre that I had to share it with someone. I am not sure if this dream is a message or it actually happen to someone.

So it started with me in a base camp somewhere in Afghanistan, I'm not 100% sure but the base camp and surroundings look like Afghanistan. I knew we were from the US Army because everyone was wearing their gear and helmets with a USA flag on the shoulder. All of a sudden we had a group of terrorists shooting at us from the mountains, we couldn't see where it was coming from but we all took cover. We finally saw where it was coming from and we shot in that direction. All of a sudden we were surrounded by gunfire and there was no way out. They eventually took over the basecamp and killed many soldiers and took whoever survived and made them wear orange jumpsuits. They kidnapped and took us to a nearby village, they let us go in the village which is blocked off so we can't leave. We got food water the village looks like a flea market.

Later the terrorists returned and took all of us into a school bus, this is when things get intense. There was a person who was dressed as a US army who was guiding us onto the bus with the terrorists which I thought was odd and off, I had a feeling that they will kill us all on the school bus. I did the unthinkable, I sneaked to the other side of the bus to try to not go on to the bus, theterroristst who was dressed as a US army also went to the other side of the bus waiting for thterroristsst to shoot everyone on the bus. Tterroristsist dressed in the US army uniform saw that I didn't get on the bus and was on the same side as me, he tried to get his gun out but somehow I was able to steal his gun that had a silencer on it and I ran and escaped into the village. I hid behind a wall while terroristsrist was looking for me, I was able to shoot and kill a few before I ran out of ammo. I ran and hid in someone's fleamarket tent, they eventually found me as the civilian pointed out where I was. I was under a table trying to hide but one of the leaders ofterroristsorist saw me and ran straight to me with his gun, I was super scared as I thought this is where I'm gonna die. All of a sudden I don't know how but I had a radio on me and the US army has contacted me, I told him thaterroristsrorist killed all of our soldiers and I'm the only one left and I told them to bring back up and drop a bomb even if it will kill mterroristsrrorist grab me and took me to the other survivors. At this point, I realized some people who were in the orange jump suit weterroristserrorist undercover as a US army.

Later one of the leaders arrived and lectured us about how much he hates and will kill the US government. At this poterroriststerrorist is separating us to be executed or tortured. I was really scared at this point and got Stockholm syndrome I would do anything to get out, so I agreed with the leader about the US government and the hatred I had with the US government trying to not get killed. The leader saw that I was sincere about it, so he gave me his AK and told me to shoot one of the kidnapped US soldiers in which I couldn't do. All of a sudden a bomb was dropped nearby in which I remember calling it in on the radio. At this pterrorists terrorist thinks that I am with them, they gave me a line of cocaine to do and it gave me energy. At this point, terrorists terrorists were in a panic as the bomb was dropped and US army was coming in on planes and helicopteterroristse terrorist scattered to take down the US army I was able to escape, but I got shot in the leg by the US army, This is when I removed my orange jumpsuit, under my jumpsuit I was wearing a normal army shirt and camo pants, I tried to crawl towards the plane and helicopter and tried to wave them down to get me. I don't know if I survived as this is where I woke up.

This was the longest dream I had without waking up, I believe I slept for a full 7 hours without waking up. This is the most bizarre dream I ever had, I don't know who to share this with so I decided to share it here on Reddit.

PS : I had no in-depth knowledge about the war as I am a Canadian who doesn't really pay attention to USAA media and news. This is also day 3 of me not smoking cannabis.

I had a dream that I was driving in a sunny farm town where people were spray painting portals on the rocks and the water tower to another dimension as a terrorist attack. There was a cute baby cow darting across the road and I had to stop and make sure it made it to the pasture. The cow was very grateful and had a lot of love towards me as I did it. A lot of people were grateful I had helped the cow. The cow was so soft and pleasant and calming. I felt a deep sense the cow was a special cow somehow? Maybe a spirit guide? Whilst petting the baby cow, I met a girl in the pasture that was training beautiful horses. (Brown/ White/ & maybe black?) There was a horse jumping machine that many people were helping work on and men had to lift the horses up about 12ft high to jump this hexagon computer. I continued my drive into town where I landed in a dark college apartment with people I didn’t know but I had felt like I had partied there before. There was a large family with many children and my coworker was there because he knew them somehow. We had talked briefly but I got an uneasy feeling and wanted to leave. Because I felt like I wasn’t being loyal to my real life partner and the behavior my coworker exhibited made me uncomfortable. I was stuck there for a little while afterwards.

I had this dream some time ago when I was about 6-7 years old. It and what happened always make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Some background: about less than a year before I was born, the town I lived near was destroyed by a bomb planted by a terrorist organisation. My dream involved me at the side of the road in the town, on the footpath. I was dreaming in first person perspective, then a car drew alongside and I was shot in the chest. I could feel the thud of the bullet as it hit, the feel of the blood seeping out of the wound and I clung to a lamp post as I slowly slid to the ground, watching the car drive off. About then, I was observing my self from across the street as I finally lay dead. Fast forward 11 years: I was involved with a religious organisation and had called to a rural house. I was with another guy and his 6-7 year old Daughter. As I went in, the householder was outside mixing concrete. He approached with his shovel and as I started chatting to him, he quickly became aggressive, abusive and basically threatened our lives if we didn’t get the fuck off his property. I wasn’t so bothered about myself, but was disgusted at the impact on the young child that was with us. Less than a week later, at the spot I died in my dream, said man was sitting in his car, men approached from across the street and shot him in the chest, where he died. I only found out a week or two after that, the man was the man I had met that day, and as it turned out, he was the terrorist who had planted the bomb destroying the town. Now, I have very strong intuition, especially since losing my sight at 22, which tends to freak me out a little bit, as I seem to “know” stuff that otherwise I wouldn’t. Eg, in a university room with 20 or so other people, I was able to tell the actual hair colouring of the 15 females present, even one who had bleached her hair from the original. Whe not distracted I get and feel strong emotions, so Reddit users, what’s your thoughts? Thanks 😊

I don't remember much from my dream. Though I do remember that I found out some secrets about Hitler's daughter. Then, I went to some other place and there was this guy who I decided to insult for whatever reason and there were some terrorists there who again for whatever reason decided to shoot at me. I then asked God to forgive of any sins I had committed because I ABSOLUTELY refuse to reject The Lord Jesus Christ. The first few times their guns wouldn't shoot. Then, one of the men took off their mask and asked me about what I knew. I told him and he started shooting at me, and he got every part of me (It didn't hurt though, and I didn't die).