What are Thailand dreams about?

"Dream starts out with talk of a major revolution in the air... as little groups huddle up and talk... as I am able to jump in the middle of these groups meetings, as I preach non violence, to show that we are better than these evil doers...

(Though this might be in a culture like Egypt, as 10 people are not allowed to get together without government approval)

Dream skips- I find myself outside the Capital Building ( I am not sure what government) and "War" breaks out in front of me, as the government is shelling and gunning everyone down... I move slowly to the back in ditches and able to escape out of line of fire.

I guess I'll find out soon which country turned violent. Now looking at the news, could be Thailand.

I’m in 3rd person. Running really fast, I’m not a good runner. I’m in Thailand running on a dirt road.

Next to me is a small black elephant with 2 children.

I run to the elephant, and it is Rottweiler dresses up as an elephant. And it runs beside me. Then latches onto me arm but it doesn’t hurt.

I get to a rock formation, a cliff. And there 3 people there, 3 boys but they are all the same. And they are trying to teach me how to slide down this cliff to safety. The ledge up is just a little to far. And the ledge away from me is the same.

He tells me to “use my break hand, put it on my butt and slide” but I can’t.

I wake up.

Fall back asleep.

I’m in a big house, my wife’s mom and dad are there. There’s crates of food and water.

Then. There is an old school Manila phone.

It rings. My wife picks it up. Nothing
As soon as she hangs up, it rings again.
Answering it, still nothing.
As soon as she hangs up, it rings again.
She picks it up and I wake up.

Check my watch and it says 3:33am and I get chills all over my body.

I wake up in shallow transparent greenish waters of a tropical beach a couple weeks after my boat had crashed. I had been at sea for weeks and was floating in and out of consciousness. It takes all my energy to soak in the surroundings and look around. I see a big fish is circling us, but for some reason I’m not scared of it. I look up and there are carcasses of huge animals scattered around. Instantly, fear surges through my body so I can’t fully process the joy that there is a city with civilization on the beach. I start running as fast as I can with the resistance of the water pushing back on my body until I’m thigh high in the water. Eventually I see a man standing on the beach and start screaming for help with joy. But he doesn’t respond or move. I get closer and see men around the perimeter of the beach dressed in black with turbans and covered faces pointing their gun at me. I slow down but it’s too late cause one of them has already fired and I blackout.

Next thing I know I wake up in an empty hospital. The type during war where there are two rows of hospital beds. I leave and wander around town. It’s beautiful. The life is amazing. There’s festivity, happiness, and very tropical and beautiful. The first word that came to mind was Thailand. Then I suddenly remember that I had gone on the boat with my family... where did they go? Frantically i search till i stumble across a house with my name printed at the front. I enter and there my family is, and my house is exactly how it was in my original life. Everything is normal. I don’t ask any questions, just live life.

Fast forward a couple months. I get accustomed to life... and enjoy it even more than my original one. I even meet a boy who I spend my days roaming the rice paddies and meadows with. I love him.

One day I arrive home with fresh vegetables and am cleaning them when suddenly I hear firm knocks. I peek out the window and it’s the same men that shot me. I see them take my uncle and auntie. I run to my dad’s room, wake him up, and say “if this is the last time we see each other I love you dad.” And then I consciously realize I’m in a dream and tell him “but don’t worry because this isn’t real”. Obviously, he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. But I understand and prepare for what’s about to happen. Somehow I know that the men in black won’t take me forcibly and I have to go to them on my own. I change my clothes, pack some supplies, pack food (rice with some veggies and baby tomatoes), and make my way to the transit stop. There, I see the boy I was in love with. I link arms with him, and understand that he was selected too. We step on the train together and await our fate.

I went to jail in some foreign country (like Thailand or something) they searched my body and I was joking around with one of the guards and when it was time to take me to my cell we walked passed the hallway everyone else went down so I thought I was going to have it easy. She lead me to what I thought was a cellar it had two metal doors (one on top of the other) and it was shallow and filled with random bed foam and sheets, before the lady left she showed me a video of the bottom of the cellar opening up to a pool filled with bodies and said I had to survive 24 times then I could go home. In the video it looked like they dropped people while they were sleeping. Anyway I got in it I started tying foam around my neck and chest then I woke up.

I have no desire to live in California. I’ve been all over the state though as a teen and young adult and I think it’s beautiful over there but I am from the east coast in Florida and very much an “east coast for life” type lol. I do love the beach and snorkeling and boating. I’m definitely a water person. The beach brings me peace and I feel very connected to it and I go a lot with my son.

I do occasionally think about how vastly different the Pacific Ocean is compared to the Atlantic. I’m so familiar with all of the different oceanic species in my area and it’s crazy to me to think about having massive whales and sea lions like the Pacific has over in California. I think about how I would be nervous snorkeling over there because it’s so unfamiliar.

Could that be the reason why I dream about being in Pacific Ocean? This has been happening for years. It’s never the same exact dream, but it’s always the same theme that I realize and I’m aware of the fact that in my dream, I’m in the Pacific Ocean. A couple of them were about me traveling across the Pacific Ocean like swimming or on a surf board and all of a sudden I was like in Thailand or something crazy like I had traveled across the world via the ocean. Last night I just dreamed that I was on a beautiful beach and I could see sea lions off in the distance and I was like “wow so this is the Pacific Ocean..” A couple of them were kind of scary like I was intimidated by it or there was an orca near the shore and I was terrified to get in or trying to get out of the water quickly.

Any ideas what this is about?