What are tinines dreams about?

It was called a Rover OX-80. It was a tiny hatchback, maybe a little bigger than a smart car, and it had a very short hood. The front of the car was maybe a foot away from the base of the windshield. The grille looked like a truck's from the eighties, with square headlights, and the whole car was blue-gray.

background: i’m a male teenager, aged 17, never had a baby and dog before.

Last night, i had a dream about having 3 babies, 2 boys and 1 girl, but they were so tiny, even tinier than my hand. Then, suddenly, the babies and my dog all died.
What does my dream mean? any idea?

I dreamt I had a heart attack. Next thing that happened was I was walking down a long black hallway. A red demon in the distance started walking towards me. I told myself to not be afraid, and to stand up tall as to appear confident. The red demon faded and a white skeleton figure appeared. The white figured pointed to the right, which I followed. I was led to a large arena. It was poorly lit, and people were wondering all around looking very confused. Everyone was in human form. I remember thinking I wasn't sure if I made it to heaven, since this appeared to be a holding cell. I must say upfront that I'm an atheist, so during the dream I was thinking about what I had learned about death, not what I believed in. Although nothing made sense to me. Then numerous doors started to open around this holding cell, and a tall faceless figure pointed me to one of the doors for me to enter. Inside was a stadium looking format where thousands of people were walking around. I immediately took a seat just so I could watch everyone. It was dark but many people were carrying neon items that were scattered all over the floors. I choose to not pick up anything.

Everyone appeared to be very happy they were there, but I couldn't figure out why. I felt safe but not joyful like the others. I noticed these beige bags all over the ground and people were grabbing inside to get what was in the. Everything they pulled out was different, but it was always appealing. This was the first time I decided to try and take something. I put my hands in the bag and found something soft. There were tons of different things I could feel, but I really wanted what this soft item was. Eventually I was able to pull it out and it was a tiny beige puppy that fit in the palm of my hand. I woke up right after I made eye contact with the dog.

What's weird is when I woke up I started to cry. I was finally at peace in this dream and felt robbed it wasn't true. I can't stop thinking about being disappointed I'm still alive. I want to go back even though I don't understand where I was.

Side note: I've been very ill for a couple weeks and bed ridden. Not sure if that's why I dreamt this, but I've never had a dream like this one ever.

Not exactly sure if it's the right sub since it's not technically a dream but more of something interesting I experience just before falling asleep. A lot of times when I close my eyes in bed I'll get a sense of standing in front of something (or inside of something) of immense scale, kinda like [how it would feel to stand in this picture](https://i.redd.it/mkrlvw9ks2q51.jpg). It kinda comes and goes, like sometimes for a week or two I feel it every night and then it'll go away for a while. It's such an odd feeling because I'll have the feeling of being reallllly tiny and then I'll get the sense of something absolutely enourmous.

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I've never heard of this before and have no idea what I would even call it ([/r/megalophobia](https://www.reddit.com/r/megalophobia) maybe, but it's not really a fear as much as just a weird feeling). Has anyone else felt this kinda thing before falling asleep?

This has never happened to me before and its kind of freaking me out. Im wondering if anyone else has experienced this before because nobody in my circles that I asked ever had.

This is the dream:

This was a few nights ago and im still fucked about it.

I was at my childhood home, my parents were really old and frail (75/80’s, they’re actually in their 40’s irl) I felt like i was 24/25 (Im 19). The tv was on and I was cleaning not paying attention when the tv had a really loud alarm. The news guy said that america has fallen and showed huge street fights with fire everywhere and people getting shot and falling by the hundreds. The same dude came back on with another alert and said that the outsider countries that were waiting to attack have just declared war too. The phone rang and I watched my younger brother (18) answer it and hang up. I couldn’t hear him or anything else. He didnt say anything but him and my other brother (17) went upstairs, got a bag and left the house. I knew they got drafted to fight and I knew they didnt say anything bc they weren’t going to come back. My dad got up and hobbled to the door and said he had to protect the family, but I knew he didn’t want to go. He was doing it out of duty, and everyone knew he was too old he would die for certain. My mom was crying and so was my little sister (9) and so was I. Then there was another emergency alarm on the tv to immediately get underground and put something between your teeth and bite down, North Korea was coming. I got my family to go the basement and I was coming behind them, still upstairs when I looked out the window and saw a blinding white light growing and I knew I was going to die right then and I had this huge feeling that I had let it get to that point. It was MY fault that it did.
The light became everything and then it became all dark and my eyes adjusted to see that I was in a moving hallway of sorts. It in space, made out of space, and I could see outside of the area but I was confined to the inside. It was like a black space snake and I was inside riding it like a train. Some of the space scales of the snake worked as doors and I could go into points of time in the future/past, of my life which was a tiny section of it overall and in general too. I looked inside one room but I didn’t go in. It was just trees in a swamp. I opened this other door that had a vibe™️ to it and instantly I was met with this warm yellow glowing light that filled the entire room (which had no walls, it was just the light) and it had the MOST loving feeling ever. It felt like the ultimate motherly warm love ever and I could just melt into it and be happy and safe forever and I was about to step in when the light shifted and formed the face of a lady. The lady opened her eyes and looked directly dead in my eyes and without opening her mouth or anything she said loud and clear: Speak. The sound was in my body and everywhere at the same time.

And then I woke up. And I remained fucked up because I’ve never died in a dream and continued dreaming ever before.

Also my interpretation of the dream was: i have to speak on what ive been meaning and KNOW i need to speak on in order to not let bad things happen. Im trying to write a book and Ive been too scared to start.