What are trespassing dreams about?

Crossposting here because I’m real confused about this dream!

Pre knowledge:
-iffy about religion, have my own version of ‘religion’
-typing this was tough, my phone randomly started lagging and I kept getting phone calls while typing this.
-I don’t usually dream
-I don’t even like gardens or summer, bugs and crap disgust me lmao
-throughout the dream, I was lightheaded/dizzy. But my actual room conditions were cool and cannot be relied as a causation for my dream state.

I woke up in a front(?) garden, it was a hazy summer morning/early afternoon and the sun was coming down on me. I woke up to see the surroundings around me and it was a very quaint/sunday type of peaceful quiet. After a moment I recognised I was on a hill next to a azure lake/ocean. I immediately felt a time of contentment I never thought was possible for me since I rarely sit still/gain enjoyment with being idle/motionless.

I was taking in the surroundings till I saw an opening to my right, it was a road, and i saw another garden/home opening on the other side. I walked outside towards the road and saw that the hill went up and had same garden/home entrances on each side, sparingly.

My spawn room (lmao) was pretty high up the hill and there was only one grand gate(?) type thing at the top. There was an outer gate guarded by somebody, and then an inner gate at the extreme top of the hill. I heard laughter and water fountain sounds, and something urged me to go up.

I climbed the way up and somehow got past the outer gate guard, she wasn’t even looking at me, her eyes were on something she was holding. Anyways, I went up to the inner gate and found it to be quasi shut, no guard on site. I couldn’t get in completely but I could walk a few steps in and peek from behind a wall/pillar/column.

I looked a bit ahead and saw this magnificent glassy(?) palace that resembled a summer residence of some rich people from a fantasy novel lmao. It had a big fountain in front and pretty garden aesthetics around it. I saw some children running around and a few people chilling, unknowing of me. There was this woman and she was tending to the fountain. She caught my gaze and I feeling somehow guilty scuttled away and started going back down the hill because I was technically trespassing.

She didn’t make a scene or anything but I heard her tell one of the guards around her that “close the gates please, it’s not time for (me) to be here.”

I descended back to the outer gate and met a brunette girl in jeans walking up towards it, she looked at me curiously and I told her that “I always get confused, I keep thinking my house is the one on top!” and sheepishly laughed at her

She looked at me, smiled and laughed lightly
And kept walking up, greeting the guard.

Then all I remember was that I went back to my garden and then I woke up.

I was walking along a fairly secluded street in a very rich neighborhood, think castle-like houses. It was very quiet and there were no people around; it almost looked deserted. Then behind some large trees I saw a fence and beyond this fence was an abandoned park with a large wading pool. I hopped the fence to investigate. It was the most beautiful and tranquil place I’ve ever seen and it gave me an intense feeling of happiness. It had a statue of a heron in the middle and stepping stones so you can walk to the middle of the pool. It was also lined perfectly with white concrete tiles (think the Taj Mahal wading pool but not as grandiose). At first, I thought that maybe this was actually somebody's backyard, but this place was completely fenced in and it did not seem to communicate with anyone's yard or house. Also, the water in the pool was not well maintained. It was murky and there were plants growing below the surface. It also had a few bullrushes here and there and all in all it looked abandoned. Despite this, the water was the most beautiful aquamarine (albeit murky) colour. I assume that this used to be a park that was closed down due to lack of maintenance. I came to this place very often and it became my own secret happy place. Then, one day, I saw people coming into the garden through a gate in the fence that did actually connect to somebody’s castle-house. I had a sinking feeling that this actually was somebody’s property and not my secret place after all. Once they noticed me, they asked me what I was doing and I explained how I came to the conclusion that this was abandoned. They were actually very nice and thought this was funny misunderstanding. While they did not ask me to leave, it was very heavily implied that I was trespassing and had to go. I even remember saying “makes sense that this place belongs to somebody, I doubt the government would build something so beautiful”. Then I left and all of a sudden, I was walking through the busy streets of city. It was grey, noisy, ugly and cramped. I was feeling so much despair and anger and things seemed to be closing in on me. I ended up kneeling by an garbage can and started to ugly-cry. And to add insult to the injury there were black marks of chewing gum and a dying wasp on the ground right in front of me as I was crying. I was feeling ¾ despair and ¼ self-pity. Then I woke up and I was actually crying in real life. It took me a while to calm down. I think my subconscious may be a communist.

I had a dream yesterday that i lived in a cute house in a remote location. The house was on stilts and it had two parts. I lived on the left side and a quiet, unfriendly, creepy man lived in the other. One day, i was alone at home and i felt a breeze. I went to the kitchen and saw that my back door had somehow been opened and i realized something’s wrong. I hid at the back of the door to wait for whoever was coming. I hid, after a second, my neighbor came and started peeping, i yelled “ aha! What do you think you’re doing?! Trying to trespass?! Go the fuck away! Go fuck off! You bitch! Go!” Something along those lines. He looked at me sternly, backed a little bit and as i was shutting the door behind him, he suddenly pushed back and barged in with a friend of his and both of them tried to abduct me by grabbing each of my hands. I was screaming and yelling and both of them started examining my body underneath my clothes and smirking, looking at each other and i remember thinking to myself that they’re going to take me away and sell me.

First thing i remember was that i was in a big field with all of my friends. We hung out there for a while and did stupid shit like i would normally do. Cop came and kicked us out for trespassing. Next thing i remember going to school and having a regular day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. During one of my classes i left the room to go to the bathroom. While walking down the hall i noticed a kid caring a large bag. He sat on the ground and then opened it up revealing a gun. A known bully from my actual school then showed up and broke the kids arm by bending it the other way. After that he punched him in the head and started charging towards me. He said I was a “witness” and broke my foot. He then left my there and went back for the gun. My friend saw my in the hallway and tried to help my back to my class by carrying me on his shoulder. Once we got back to my class the door was locked and no one would let us in. We then left the school through a door right next to my classroom door and tried calling the cops and my mom to come get me. During the wait i heard gunshots and screams. it felt like 2 hours of waiting had passed but no one came. Not even the cops.

Last night i had a dream where i somehow trespassed onto an industrial complex, i was in this room of full of machines and on the wall was a white round thing with a lens in the middle, it looked like something from portal, it acted as a camera and an intercom, but the woman on the other end was really nice and just told me i should get out of there for my own safety in case something blows up, then i started talking about how a family member used to work in industrial process control.

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It's strange because the family member i mentioned and the previous occupation was all real, one of those rare cases where something from waking life ends up in a dream.