What are unicon dreams about?

So i had a dream a few nights ago, and it was super vivid and kinda wierd. I have no idea what it could be about, but it just feels like it's maybe something significant so i thought I'd share it here.

So it starts with me and my mum at my primary school watching someone do something, i can't remember it exactly, when alarms start going off and i say "people are coming into school, we need to hide" and we both run into this small room and lock the door. I exclaim, why are we in a bathroom with windows, and as i say it a car pulls up right outside the window. I get angry at my mum about this and blame it on her. The dudes in the car are wearing sunglasses and are kinda bulky men, so we were both really afraid of them. The one driving starts shouting at us and trying to get into the door. Something happens then, i can't remember what, but we are suddenly in this room and my mum is no longer there. All my school friends are in the room with me. This woman shouts pick one before the time is up and people start reaching and grabbing things. I notice one of my closer friends picks up a bottle of bleach and starts drinking it, and in the dream i am completely shocked by this. I go into a little bin thing and reach in and grab a unicorn. Then i ask my guitar teacher if this is gonna make me die because of a unicorn, he says it will, and i start saying i don't want to pick anything because i don't want to die. Then the time runs out and i am grabbed and taken away from all my friends. I don't remember what happens next but at some point i end up crossing a river and climbing up the side of a mountain away from the people. I get to the top and i explore a bit, and i see a modern house with big glass windows, and my sister comes out of it. I ask her if she said goodbye to mum and she just shrugs and i start screaming at my sister. I then run into the house and hug my mum telling her i l9ve you mum, i don't want it to end.

End of dream

I woke up crying, like actual physical tears, and i cried for a while before going hack to sleep again. Idl why but this hit me hard. Anyone got ajy ideas what this could mean, i know some bits are random lmao. Thanks :)

Context: I am not a believer in any particular faith, so the religious aspect of this dream is weird to me. I’ve never had a dream stick out in my mind so vividly before- it’s been with me for two days. Here goes:

I had a dream that my best friend bought me a very fancy camera. He left it for me to find in a grocery store.

Then a massive earthquake hit and Vancouver started to sift into the ocean. I was escaping with my family which included a hermaphrodite who was carrying our unborn child.

Then a portal to another universe opened a giant creature made of cardboard emerged, ripping people in half. Tiny cardboard unicorns rose from the earth to do battle but it could only be defeated by singing Christian worship songs while people lit it on fire with their lighters.

It’s never really happened to me quite this intensely.

I dreamt I had alopecia and a lot of my hair had fallen out to the point I was looking like Sméagol. I had wounds and scabs on the bald parts of my scalp. I tried to do a comb over to hide it. I was in the master bath of the house I grew up in. I felt so much distress and confusion over the amount of hair loss that I suddenly realized, “Oh, this is a dream. I’m fine I’m just dreaming. That makes sense.” I told myself to wake up. Wake up! Wake up! I slapped myself a couple of times. I know this is a dream because this doesn’t hurt. I thought maybe my husband would notice I was in distress and wake me up. I waited. Nope. I got scared because I thought maybe I was vulnerable to ghosts and stuff like that so I tried to keep my mind positive. Then I said, well if I know I’m dreaming then im making this a lucid dream and im going to fly. So I started making myself imagine unicorns rainbows and flying Pegasus. They looked like cartoon line drawings of them in black and white mostly. I then think I dreamt I woke up in my bed in my house and it felt very real and normal but I was still dreaming. I can’t remember after that. I’m super tired today.

In this dream, the three identities are Wilma Flintstone, Dawn Wells, and me. Wilma Flintstone is looking out of her opened front door, Dawn Wells is peering over her deserted island, and I am walking over to my front door. On the way over I notice a Pink bordered calendar, it is turned to the day of the Chinese New Year. The actual number #15 is stalking the day of the Chinese New Year. I have finally made to my front door, I have opened it, and as far as I can see there are streets being paved with unicorn blood.

Basically, the dream was about what would have happened if I had left everything behind five years ago to be with my “ex”. We both boarded the flight, made it to our destination, and began living life together in a decent apartment. I got a good job and we were both very happy. I noticed though, that I was sort of different...my personality was different. More relaxed, and I second-guessed myself significantly less, but I was also more quiet.

One thing that stood out to me is that he was modeling (something he did do when he was in his early 20s in reality) and even owned his own well-known and successful photography business. I have no idea why, as that’s not the career path he actually is pursuing or wants. He and his assistant asked me if I could take a few photos for their website, and I agreed even though I don’t think I’m very photogenic. The assistant picked out a hideous dress that appeared old and I straight up told her I wasn’t going to wear that ugly thing. It was worn, faded, and if I remember correctly, it had a small pattern of unicorns on it. It seemed very child-like with the unicorns pattern. She then asked me to pick out whatever I wanted, so I picked out a teal-colored spaghetti strapped dress made of satin. They both liked the look much better, and the photos turned out great.

A lot of the time the photos were taken in our apartment, which had a huge living room, and one day as I was drinking a martini on the couch (which is weird because I never drink martinis) I tried to help with a shoot that was going on behind the couch. He welcomed the help because his assistant wasn’t doing a great job that day. But afterwards when everyone left, he began yelling at me. He had a complete meltdown. He said, “You always talk so f**g much. Why can’t you just ever shut up? I’m so sick of it.” And the feeling I had that he actually meant was, “You always have an opinion [...].” And something immediately clicked inside of me. I realized that this meltdown was who he really was, and I had forgotten that the person I loved was only a shell; someone I had made up and could so easily be stolen by the oncoming waves, destined to drift back out to sea.

It was at this point I saw his face clearly for the first time in the dream. He was older, much more older than he actually is right now. There were so many wrinkles. Too many to count. He was being worn down by something, but I couldn’t tell what. It looked like it was killing him. And all of a sudden, we were in the present moment - the reality of the situation. No more wrinkles or a beautiful apartment.

I was in a different apartment and the world felt so lonely and dark. I felt so much sadness staring into his eyes. Disappointment, turmoil, frustration, confusion, sorrow, and regret, but these were all his emotions and not mine. I was surprisingly and utterly calm.

“You haven’t grown with me, and I cannot stay,” I said as I placed the palm of my hand onto his cheek. I kissed him and felt his tears brush my cheeks. When I pulled away he looked as though he wanted to ask me to stay but he was silent as I grabbed my keys off of a countertop and made my way towards the door. “Can it be different?” He asked as I opened the door. I responded with, “That all depends on you,” and then I stepped over the threshold of the door. As soon as it closed behind me I woke up.