What are water dreams about?

About 20 years ago, maybe a little less, I had an extremely vivid dream, and I would call it a lucid dream but for the apparent lack of control over the content I had.

I came to awareness while pulling my face away from this table-like thing that looked like a window that was pointed down and it was about the size and shape of a snooker table. Recessed below the top and everything. My hands, which I failed to get a good look at, were planted on the edge of the table, where I was pushing against it. As I said, it looked like a window and I could see the Earth far below as if I were in a spaceship in orbit. There was a great resistance to me pulling my face away from this, portal, you might call it. As if it were trying to suck me back in. I was in a room that was all white and had long vertical panels along with a white ceiling where all the light was coming from.

I turned my head to the right and saw what had the appearance of a typical grey alien you see in popular media. But this creature was laughing at me, and it had the same personality, even spirt and soul, as my father. I recognized him even though he looked completely different with this alien body. And the Laughing was not vocal, but was telepathic, more of a Rippling vibration communicating mirth. He said, (again, telepathically) "It's a bit much for you, huh?" and laughed again. All this while I'm straining to keep my head away from the portal. And I felt no "otherness" about him. In other words, I was of the base assumption that he and I were the same sort of being. There was no surprise in me to see the one I know as my dad in this life as this lifeform.

Just after that, I lost the struggle, and my head was pulled back to the portal and it felt like my face was being submerged in lukewarm water. Immediately, I woke up, experiencing no gap in lucidity. I just stared at the ceiling, horrified for the moment at what I had just experienced.

My alien dad was spot-on. I was going through a period Of deep depression and was desperate to escape my life. Suicide was not an option for me for reasons that I won't go into here, but suffice it to say say they are not the typical moral reasons.

As a last note, my depression was mostly cured in 2016, and completely cured as of July 18 of last year. So don't trouble yourselves to wish me well for that 😁

Last night I dreamt that I was in this random house talking with someone, then all of the sudden everything went this unsettling orange hue and deafeningly and nauseatingly quiet.

There was an awful eerie crashing sound, the kind that sounds like the aftermath of a bomb dropping or something, that low rumble.

Suddenly no one could breathe like fish out of water, and I knew that the world was ending and felt the most gut-wrenching fear and panic. I started falling through the floor looking up at my mother screaming down at me. I knew I was about to die.

I woke up absolutely stunned. I was too afraid to even turn my lamp on. I felt like a child after a bad dream. I couldn’t shake that feeling of knowing it was all of the sudden the apocalypse.

I can’t stop thinking about this dream and I can still feel that fear - does anyone possibly have any thoughts? (I’m 26f if that helps anything!)

Some stuff may be a little disturbing to some people. So basically I had this dream that my church went on some field trip and I was just walking around in this water park. And I kept feeling this buzzing on the back of my neck. I went to go talk to this group of people and when I did one of them said oh hey you hit something on your neck and he pulled out a knife and cut open my neck and a little nest of wasps flew out of my neck. Then I woke up

I have this reoccurring dream where I'm walking on this bridge, at the end of this bridge is an island with a lighthouse, surrounded by an endless sea. As I walk toward this lighthouse, the water level rises and eventually spills over the sides of the bridge. I take steps back, and as I do the water level goes down. I want to reach the lighthouse for some reason, but I don't because of the flood. What can this mean?

I was in my living room, when my dad started talking about some evangelical culty nonsense. I can't remember the entire rant, but here are some parts i can remember, "god is sad" and "when the blood of men is spilled on earth, water will return to mars".

And then the rest of the dream was me moving from one room to another, every time i looked out of the window, a carbon copy of me, but with black eyes, stared at me, hatefully, from the tree line. and then at the end, my mom was asking me to do something when her eyes went black and her voice went layered, like a demon had possessed her.

If it helps, i am a Pagan in real life.