What are trying to scream dreams about?

So I just woke up from a rather short but scary dream. It went like this:

I was at a Walmart with my mom and throughout my trip, I saw this tall, older, maybe 60 something year old man around. Every time he would look my way in a weird manner and I would feel uncomfortable. Then, I went to the back corner of the store to look at dog toys for my dog and my mom left to look at some things at another aisle. I was kind of in a rush and when I finished looking at the toys and turned around to exit, the man was there, with a big, scary grin. He’d been following me this whole time, trying to find me alone. He then quickly got his hands on me and I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. Nothing could come out. I was at his mercy and couldn’t do anything. He pushed my head down and before I knew it, he had shoved his penis down my throat.

That was when the dream ended and I woke up stressed out and afraid. It didn’t help that I was home alone when I woke up.

Can anybody please tell me what this terrible dream might have meant?

So I had a dream where I was in a grey van, in the middle seat in front of the very back seats. The sky was very strangely clear, and a dull grey-ish. The sun was out, but it was just an orb of white light, that lit almost nothing in the sky at all. It almost looked painted on. I saw black hair in the driver's seat, so I assumed my mother was driving, but there were no hands on the steering wheel. That wigged me out a bit, but I-- for some reason-- didn't care. I was looking out the window as the railing of the highway we were on, smudged into the distance. However, I could also see out the back, that the road, rails, and trees that we passed STAYED smudged. Literally smeared like a painting.

Then I suddenly got a feeling in me that something was wrong. It was so calm and numb a second ago, and now it felt as if the car was driving towards some impending doom. I looked out the window, and the trees that smeared along the road began to stretch and almost grow full, thick, branches over the rails, causing them to spill out into the road and create jarring speedbumps. Then for a moment, there was no sound at all.

When the sound came back, it wasn't the purring of the engine, but tapping against the car and car windows, almost like rain, but harder. I noticed that the branches had grown lemons. Very tiny lemons. And the lemons were almost jumping off of the branches and smacking against the car. I-- stupidly-- rolled down the windows. The lemons then stopped pelting the car and began simply growing off of the branches and rolling down the road, smearing like the rest of the background. One managed to get into the car.

I picked it up and noticed that it was vibrating, almost like a phone, but there was no buzz. Then there was absolutely no sound again. I dug both thumbs into the lemon and tore it open. Inside was a small, blue, and red pill. The eerie feeling I had before became 100x stronger, and it almost felt as though someone was sitting on my back and stomach, but I was sitting upright. I looked up towards the driver's seat. There was a woman, now staring dead at me. She had long, tangled, black hair, pale grey skin, and only one eye. The eye stared almost through me, while the other was simply an open socket. Her mouth was hung open like I'd told her something unbelievable.

Then, the branches of the trees beyond the rails began to get longer and longer, and eventually, grew into the car, shattering every window in the vehicle, and overflowing the car with lemons.

I looked down at the one I'd been holding, and instead of a pill, there lay a red and blue butterfly (one wing was red, and the other was blue.) It flew up into the air and out of the car, as glass literally exploded. Now I could only hear the sounds of my ears ringing, and my head felt like it was vibrating, as the lemon had been before. All my hair fell out and turned into identical blue and red butterflies, and they all flew out of the car, as more and more lemons endlessly spilled into the car. By now, the lemons were up to my neck. I tried to scream, but what came out was-- at first-- nothing. Then the more my lungs strained, the more I could hear the sound of a phone ringing off the hook.

I looked back to the driver's seat. No one was there. The wheel was just spinning in random directions, the sky and everything else became blacker than night. I heard a male whisper say: "Te amo" which I had no idea what the hell that meant. (Apparently "I love you" in Latin, according to Google Translate. My family is African American.)

I woke up, frazzled, and it was still dark, but beginning to get lighter outside. (Around 6AM)

That was one of the first times I'd woken up that early, as I'm typically asleep until at least 8 AM and latest 12 AM.

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What the hell.

Then: 6years old'ish

Now: 28

I had this dream I can still picture perfectly to this day.

I "woke up" on my back hovering over my kitchen table with my family around me. In the center was this extremely old and pale lady in all black with white crazy hair chanting something, my family sat there looking horrified. I tried to scream but couldn't, I looked at the old lady and she smiled then touched my back. I could feel how long and sharp her nails were and jolted awake screaming, only to hear a thud and a scratch against my door. Screamed louder, mom rushed in. It was around 1-2 am I yelled for her to open my closet and my cat (all black) was in there. (She usually sleeps on my bed) I can still feel the touch and see that woman's face.

Weird dream. Tarot fish.
In my dream my mother had bought a house or maybe she had it but this was the first time I was in this particular house. next we were going upstairs for something and she said something about “Ariel” and she said that “Ariel” was living in her attic. I can remember thinking about a Disney princess when I was in the dream. She kept going in the attic and I was going in as well and she stopped me at some weird pillar in her attic and told me to hold on and not look but I looked and could only see my mother but she told me to hold on while she went and grabbed something and I was so exited to see “Ariel”. I was laying so that my knees were near my chest on the stairs for some reason and all of a sudden this thing like came over me who I’m guessing was “Ariel” but anyways I went its hand across my bottom and it felt like it grabbed me there and it came up to my ear and was whispering in it while like sucking on it but the thing was a fish so it had those gross fish lips. while this weird fish thing was like groping me I was trying to scream and I couldn’t and I couldn’t move. the fish was whispering in my ear but it sounded foreign. i don’t know but it was scary and it’s 5:41 am right now and i still can’t go back to bed lol

Okay so this event happened about 5 years ago and I'm doing this post because following this SP I've been terrified of owls and it actually sort of effects my life and I can't get over it.

So I'm not someone who has SPs, I've had one in my whole entire life so it isn't something I live with, it was one experience.

I was 15 and I was having this very livid dream of myself looking into a dark old looking room of clocks, all kinds of clocks everywhere on the ceiling, on every inch of the wall, some on the floor and I felt like something was looking at me and I felt scared, so I looked to my right and there perched on a big coo coo clock was a white owl just staring at me, not moving and the whole room exploded with chimes from every single one of the clocks right when our eyes connect to each other and it wakes me up.

When I wake up I can't move any part of my body, I can't move my head and I'm laying on my back with my hands on my side, my hands laying flat against the mattress, which is very rare for me I never fall asleep on my back or wake up on my back I ALWAYS sleep on my side. So I start freaking out and I start looking around my room. To give a little layout of my room, my parents had built me a loft for my bed so the loft cuts halfway through my bedroom and is protected by a black gate so I don't roll off. So I'm scanning my loft area and there on the right, looking at me, is this white owl perched in the same way as in my dream on one of the posts of my gate and just starring at me and I had this feeling like it was because of the owl that I can't move. I try to scream but my throat locks and nothing can come out and I just feel tears running down my cheeks as I watch this owl look at me. For me it seems like hours pass I'm scared I'm cold because I have no blankets on me and I just want this to stop and I keep repeating wake up wake up, because normally when I have a livid dream (not a SP just a dream where I realize its a dream) I can wake myself up by saying wake up its a dream, but it doesn't work.

Finally I wake out of it and I just run out of my room wake up my parents, I'm so scared and they just tell me it was probably a SP and that everything's fine, but my dad goes and checks anyway and of course there's nothing and while he looked I felt like a burning sensation on my back and my mom looked and it looked like 5 deep cuts caused by nails all across my back, I still have scares actually and my mom just said I must have like scratched my back up with my nails while I was asleep. so I end up just staying up the rest of the night (It was like 3am on weekend morning)

After that event I googled it, trying to see if anyone else dreamed of owls and I saw that owls were like an image aliens use to block out memories of encounter and I know sound stupid and crazy but I kept that information with me and ever since the dream I'm terrified of owls. Whenever I hear one I shut my windows, close my curtains and I don't go outside that day. I get full blown PTSD over it and honestly it happens a few times per year and all my friends are like it's just an owl get over it and they send me cute videos of owls and everything but I really can't get over it.

As I said in the beginning I never had another SP which in some kinda way scares me more. I just want to know if other people had this experience and if it's normal for SP experiences to like physically inflict pain onto yourself.

I know some people might now believe me, but I don't want to convince someone I just want answers and to know if this is normal.

Thanks for reading and thanks in advance for the comments.