What are waiter dreams about?

The following is an almost exact copy and paste from a dream journal entry back in January 2020. This dream is one of the most impactful that I’ve ever had because of the shear number of lessons it taught me. It was almost a spiritual experience.

Part 1:
I was showing someone, or more like the presence of someone, a good deed I did that I was proud of. The Presence, from the right side of me, told me, "You're a good person."

Part 2:
I was I then with the same Presence on a boat in the middle of a European city. There were businesses and restaurants on the water lining the river. One had a bunch of people sitting around a large table eating. We joined the table. The Presence was on my right side. A line of wait staff (Led by a person I called the Instructor) was presented to us for us to pair up with. They weren't just our helpers but also there was to be something almost romantic with them. They started by pairing up the girls at the table and offering them male waiters. Then they got to me. They offered me a female. I was surprised because I wanted to be paired with a man too and they didn't discourage it but they also didn't present it as an option. I picked among the women.

I saw one I wanted to pair up with but looked at other options and when I went back looking for her she was gone. I paired up with my second choice. When she came to talk to me she had an accent.

We were all led on a bridge across the water. The Instructor told us to link arms. It was a group of eight back to back in a square with one person linking us together on each side. The instructor told us all to jump in the water. He told me that there is so much to see if people would open their eyes. I was surprised that I could breath. He said that with other it's possible to breath under water. He told me to open my eyes. I was scared. He encouraged me. I opened my eyes and the water was clear and I could see like I could above ground. It was beautiful.

We came back up from the bottom.
(I expected my contacts to be ruined but they weren't.)

Part 3:
Me and the Presence from earlier went to a beach and sat together. I was on the right, the presence on the left.

A cat was digging it's whole body, headfirst, into the sand. The Presence pulled the cat out. He started digging again. The Presence pulled it out.

I asked why with detached amusement. If he wanted his head in the sand then we should let him. He obviously had a reason for burying it.

The Presence told me she knew more than it and didn't want it to get hurt.

I dreamt that I was at a clothing store in the metropolitan city in live in, when I made friends with this white girl born a few years my senior. We chatted and enjoyed our time. Then we bumped into this Nepalese guy, and also had a good chat.

The three of us were walking along the streets at night, when we arrived at a street near a promenade, it was empty and all the stores were closed. there was this homeless elderly woman sitting in the shadows under a store front, when we passed by, we noticed she was coughing or expelling some stream of liquid from her mouth, and we noticed it was blood, just a string of blood pouring out. Don’t know why but we started chuckling a bit. And then as we walked ahead, the woman came from behind, and holding some hard wooden object in her hand, struck my new female friend on the head multiple times.

We ran to the end of the street and she collapsed. I told the guy to wait with her, while I run off to call the police ( I think in my head at the time I wanted to run off so I wouldn’t be in danger, for some reason I was terrified of the homeless woman) I began frantically running up and down the empty dark streets. I got to every conceivable location, crying and distraught, trying to dial the police but getting no response. At some point I couldn’t even find the phone app in my phone! It kept directing me to iMessage or something.

I went to places where there were night workers but nobody helped me. I went to this restaurant, bumped into an old friend who works at a waitress there, and while I was screaming “ we must call the police! What’s the police for if they can’t help us! That woman must be arrested!” I was losing my mind, and everybody just stared at me. I even ran into some gentlemen’s clubs, passing the winding cubicles of men sitting around tables, screaming and crying, trying to call the police. Then I woke up.

Dreamt that a woman was promised a job and was murdered. It was in greece or some connection with greece. The husband said something like: she even offered him (the guy offering the job who was the murderer) presunto.

The woman was a waiter (I think) and the better job was offered in a train? Or some connection with a train? (I'm not quite sure).

The husband was helping search for the body - he had beard and a moustache (he was crying - and he is not connected with the crime).

Don't know what this is.

Something to do with my life? (Like, I might be offered something shortly but should be careful); OR - some woman has dissapeared somewhere, in some country (not necessarly greece) and I just dreamt of it? (Which is not normal to me, tbh).

In the dream we are in a hotel and I got stuck baby sitting a few kids. When that was FINALLY over I sat with a group in the hotel cafe waiting for the bus to take us all home.

You know that state where you're hungry but at the same time don't have the desire for food? Just me? Ok....

My stomach was growling and I was seeing nice salads placed on the (reserved) tables. Thing was I didn't want any of the dishes. I was hungry enough that my stomach hurts but...

Anyway one of the girls in the group. A distressingly small and skinny one recommended the Almond Milk Latte they have and got me one. I didn't think much of it because, well, I wanted actual food and I didn't at the same time.

The drink however was so so SO good. Smooth with cinnamon (my fav. in any hot drink) and chocolate sauce in the bottom. It was so good I asked for another but the waiter told me they were closing. Only one per customer.

If that's the case and I couldn't get any food... why am I here? I asked the girl incase she wanted a ride, I could call someone so no need to wait for the bus.

She smiled sadly and said we all had to wait. We needed to get the test results back before the chains were removed. She then lifted her shirt and there were chains wrapping around her stomach. I figured that was my stomach was hurting, forgot all about the chains. No wonder I couldn't eat.

Context, I’m a 25 year old Irish girl with no kids, long term happy relationship still living in a good working class family home but worked my ass off & just bought my first home.

I had a dream last night, I have a dream book and google and still haven’t been able to place it but it woke me up at 6am and I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.

I had this dream I lived in America it was a big city but the outskirts where very run down, broken footpaths, weeds, dusty and unloved. I was a waitress & I was walking home with my female friend from work at dusk, the sky was a lovely purple when all I can describe is the American maffia a fat bloke and skinny one screeched the car over and put us in at gunpoint.

We’re in the back of the car & the mafia men start telling my friend how she needs to go and sell herself as she owes them a lot of money, she has already been doing it and making them a lot of money, I’m shocked as I didn’t realise, and then the start to force me into it at gun point. We get to the outskirts of the city & I recognise a block of flats and some how kick the door open and bolt though this dusty half grassy area.

I bolt up these stairs I know someone on the top floor, it’s my friends flat! I bust in the flat is bare concrete walls with peeling wall paper there’s a hole in the roof leaking water and weeds growing. I can still see that pink purple sky. I take a deep breath and I go into her room to find her husband dead with a heroin overdose and I freak and kinda move him to the corner and cover him with a sheet, I hear gun shots out the window and my friend has managed to escape the car and running towards the block of flats. I hear gunshots in the alleyway and I go into another bedroom.

This bedroom is perfect, it’s snuggly 2 beds with 2 young girls in bed in jammies watching videos (on a wee old grey TV with built in video player me and my sister had the exact same one in the 90s this is the only recognisable thing in this dream) I hear the front door of the flat burst open and my friend scream and bullets. I hear a thud, she’s dead, I open the window and pull myself up on the roof, I help pull the young girls up and push the window closed with my foot. There’s painter sheets in the roof and a helicopter around we hide under these sheets so as the helicopter doesn’t see us and hear the men leaving. I am on this roof thinking how I will have to adopt these 2 girls and make sure they do well in life.

- none of these people in my dream were recognisable
- I’m very against the idea of having kids but when I woke up I was terrified I had left these girls and wanted to go back into the dream and save them.

Yea? I don’t even know what bit means the most or where I should start picking it apart?