What are therapist dreams about?

It may Sound weird but for about 2 Werks now im getting a nightmare that feels so so so so so real it could be reality itself und its terefying for me. This nightmare changes everytime by a bit. It starts with me being at work (i work as a welder) but not at my company but at my home. As soon as i go Inside my house my dad hecticly hides sonething from me while calling someone. When he Sees me im starting to change completly i get nervos and scared of everything i dont go away from my dad for even a sec not even letting go. We go to my room which is my old room i had about 2 years ago. My fahter then suddenly throws everything of the bed stuffs a matress behind me and the Wall Covers me in blankets and leaves. But im too terrefied to be alone so i go out my room and See my dad again hiding stuff from me but i notice whom he is calling its like a therapist pr something. So i go to my dad and say im scared he says tho the therapist something like he is making Progress with me and that its working. I ask him what he is doing or to whom he is talikng to but the only thing he says to me is that it will get better soon and that this will soon habe an end. I Ask hin if we can go outside and smoke a cig....he aggrees. So we go out the Door and what i See is a whol bunch of weird Monsters. I Grab onto my fahter foot and dont let go. A few meters out we sit on some stairs where eventualy all the Monsters are climbing up. There are some dolls, monkeys with glowing red/yellow eyes and some Kind of Spider? Those spiders are weird they are like the Size of a CD Cover and have like a searching light. The Moment the spiders See me the emit a loud loud screeching nois. My fahter take me Back home running still on the phone calling this Psych an Idiot screaming he is making it worse. Eventualy we get Back home where my fahter throws the phone away and puts me in his bed laying next to me. Thats when i wake up from this terrefiengly real nightmare. Me a 20 yo male is so terrefied by that dream that i am to scared to go out of my room or even leave the bed and lay with my blankets over my head for about an hour or so. I allways had a every every good relation to my fahter and it even got waaaaay better since my mother left we talk everyday do something we both enjoy everyday i couldnt imagine a better life.....if there werent this got dam nightmare.......i apologize for my Grammar its not the best but im from germany so sry .

I was at a mall in the cafeteria. I gave my sister and brother these giant gummy pickles. My sister kept dropping hers so I got annoyed and took her to the restaurant mom was at. Her abusive ex was also there. They said my food was cold because I took so long with getting the kid's food. I think the plan was to fill them up with candy so they didn't complain they were hungry and the restaurant food was gross (but that's applying logic to a dream).

For some reason my therapist was the waiter. He gave people God messages, like bugging customers to read the Bible and leaving quotes out for people to read. I've never known my therapist to be interested in God irl. I got angry and decided to no longer accept him as a therapist. I told him that in the restaurant. He looked so smug so I started yelling at him. This was the gist of it, but it took forever in the dream because I kept going on and on in anger.

"I thought you cared about me getting better, but you only cared about God. You just wanted me to agree with your beliefs and you'd tell me anything else to pacify me, as long as I accepted God. Well I can't just accept God! He's already rejected me. He's made my life the real hell and I'm tired of trying to please him. I'm living for myself now."

(This is generally my irl opinion)

Then a mass murderer burst into the restaurant. He said something about oh if you're so against god then join me. I didn't, I tried to run away. He was stabbing people and it was a sticky bloody mess. I felt nauseous and was reminded of (traumatic event of internal bleeding as a kid). He eventually caught me when I tried to get into the restroom and I was begging him that I'd help him kill someone if he let me go. He started stabbing me anyway, but it didn't hurt. It felt like little tingles of electricity. I asked if I had to kill someone else now because I'm still left alive. He scooped me up and carried me to some machine. Whatever it was, it sprayed blood all over the walls. At this point my hands were mostly covering my eyes so I could only hear it and not see it.

I started to get off the machine and walk around the restaurant. I covered myself with a table cloth to not disturb others and warned them about the blood and gore in the bathroom. "They're really dead, they're too dead to even be seen, I hope they know they're too dead to be seen and don't start walking around." Then I fainted in a puddle of blood and woke up.

I researched a bit of the meaning but worried that it means bad luck and misfortune (happens to me a lot in my life)

I was in the back house, it used to be a garage. In my dream it was actually the garage instead of the house and I saw John Cena holding a huge orange spider that was lurking around a trash bin inside and it bit him lol I have no idea why john cena was there but I do watch wwe a lot lol

It seems poisionous and though I wasn't afraid of it, I was disgusted because it was huge and i just wanted to pop it and kill it. So I did with a dental tool. That was it.

Right now in my waking life I am having trouble getting out of the house, feeling anxious around my neighbors and also feeling of betrayal even from my own family. I've caused a lot of problems and I do feel they are sick of it but still care. My worry is that how long will they put up with me? My brother doesn't talk to me anymore, we don't talk and I just don't like him anymore. We don't feel like brothers and my dad rents the back house to a couple and they seem annoyed of me and I feel this bad negative feeling around them and I just don't like them either (maybe im projecting?) either way I just feel like they know my problems and talk behind my back. It's not only them but my neighbors seem to know about my problems as well. I've been having a tough time so I trap myself inside my house because I feel like im bothering them with my prescense everytime I come home. I can't relax its overwhelming feeling of awkwardness and negative feeling, betrayal like they don't want me there anymore. I went to vegas last weekend to go watch a wwe show and when I came back, all the neighbors were outside, they knew I left (they have 3 story house so they can see me from their windows its fucking annoying) now they don't come back out and be themselves for fucks sake. It feels like the whole neighborhood just fucking hates me. I can't move out I don't have the money for it and I'm trying to save up and get my shit together so I do move by the end of 2023. So I'm doing that now because I had messed up my own life, got into stupid shit. I don't have a full-time job right now only delivering food so thats keeping me busy at least but there are times I get so depressed I don't even want to work so I Isolate myself and it's the worst because its hard to step out of my house from this dumb situation. When I do go out, I can't come back. I have to wait until its 10pm because everyone is asleep. Honestly all of this started when the pandemic started. They stopped saying hi to me and it just got hella awkward. I'm seeing a therapist, taking medication and working out as much as I can while saving money because I hate being home and in my own area.

I dreamt this today. I don't know why. I am too traumatised by the dream, even if it was a short dream. Please read this with precaution and if you have PTSD, CPTSD, anxiety, if you have experienced abuse in ANY form perhaps don't read at all.

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Here it goes:

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I was a little girl. I was running freely around the world around the world which was first covered in sand, then in snow. I was running past some people, mostly young teenagers. I ran downhill but I was going so fast that I flew through a bush and into somebody's house wall. I did damage to their house wall and doors. The man didn't call an ambulance or anything. I woke up there, barely mobile. There were two teenagers who came running down the hill after me after they saw what happened.

The man took me in his car, said he was taking me home. I don't know why I believed that. Probably because I was a child. I kept asking him if he called for an insurance. He wasn't answering at all. After asking a while, he said they wouldn't cover it anyways.

I basically reincarnated into another child's body. She was in an orphanage. My original family went running towards the orphanage to see if I was there, crying. They didn't find me there and the worker/owner apologised. I said, as the orphan, that I know where I was last, but not where I am now. So I took them there.

Turns out, I was given to some restaurant. They sold me as a whore. Two asian men, young men, in their 20s, were at the reception and the family threatened them, said they know about the whores and so on. One went in the back without the family members and I then saw the little girl, laying on her side, mouth open somewhat.

Her hands were violently tied at her back with a metal lock. I was hearing dramatic and sad kpop music. It still won't get out of my head.

They had stuffed her insides while she was still alive. A white teddy bead in her lungs, something pink in her breathing tube, then something in her throat, and at last one big white hair clip in her throat. Then in her mouth, three big white hair clips. For some reason, she had a long, long jaw/mouth. She initially had a metal trap inside her mouth that they could open up with a device, but when the guy ripped it out, it turned into clips. Or perhaps, the clips were there all along.

Through ALL OF THAT, the girl was calm and talking calmly. She was asking questions and so on. He said, the guy taking those things out, "They still want you back without the clips, but you have lung cancer anyways... ECG paper."

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And I woke up around then.

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Does anybody have any idea why I would dream such a thing? It is insanely disturbing. If I could afford a therapist, I would definitely go. The dream is unrelated to any of my experiences irl. While I do have trauma, what happened in the dream is not my trauma.

1. WORK WITH WHAT YOU GOT! Work with the given description. Avoid asking personal questions. You're looking into the dreamer's subconscious! Isn't that personal enough? People create Reddit accounts just to get an interpretation. Only if the dreamer provides more info to work with that's fine, but let them have the choice!

2. DO NOT RESEARCH DREAMER'S PROFILE. Don't go into the dreamer's profile for "research" purposes. It's cheap. A decent interpreter manages to get an accurate picture of dreamer's discomforts simply with the description of the dream. Otherwise you start to relate unrelated things into the dream. You actually mess up your own interpretations. Plus you're diminishing your intuition and skills to learn about symbols. I'd consider it cheating and providing cheap commentary.

3. Interpreters ARE NOT THERAPISTS. If you actually get a dream right, and you are not a professional in the field, and you notice that the problem beneath is out of your hands, refer the dreamer to a professional for help. Dreamer's realize a bunch of things and traumas of their own with simply having a stranger on the internet telling them something they already knew or maybe something they didn't even see in the first place. A dreamer in need is very vulnerable and doesn't need cheap advice, or people praying in them.