What are wound dreams about?

So i was fighting in the "origins" (Call of duty black ops 2 zombies map) with a wind staff against the zombies, i got downed eventually and then i got teleported into the "real world".

The staff looked more like a toy and all the i injures and dirt i had from fighting zombies was gone!

I get up and a girl i know approach me! She says "Did you speak to my father?"

I replied "No, I never met him".

She says "No, what I mean is", she holds my hands and look me in the eyes "Won't you marry me?"

Also there's a second dream that kinda adds up to this one, i might post it here later!

Okay I literally just woke up and i’m panicking. I can give more details later if i remember but right now i’m a little unnerved. Someone please tell me if this has meaning.

There was a body in the front seat of my car and my partner and i got out to call the cops. Instead of cops showing up, a sports car with 4 men showed up and when i told them what happened they ran into the house only to die. Another police drove by and i flagged them down but they parked in my neighbors across the streets driveway and the old cop and the car turned into my neighbor and i was helpless. My partner and i walked back across the street to my house and i suggested maybe i could only see the things happening because i was schizophrenic when a middle aged lady with a cigarette said “but i can see you guys” and ran into my house. I chased her demanding answers and she said “they’re most prevalent in may” and disappeared and i kept screaming “you’re not welcome here” until my voice become not my own. i went back out to my car and there were more dead bodies in my car and a little girl on top of my car with bruises. i noticed my partner in the front passenger seat and they had puncture wounds everywhere. the little girl had a hammer and said she had to kill my partner and kept hitting my partners skull with it. i had to kill the little girl by using a pickaxe and swinging into her brain. Then i got the feeling the cops were going to frame me for every murder and woke up.

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too

last night i just couldn't fall asleep they make too much noise and it fucking hurts my head. even when i drive them out of my mindspace they sit out there and watch me and it burns i can feel them watch me through my window and it's horrible they need to stop looking at me i hate the feeling of them all i can do is sharpen my knife and dig deeper into the wound and hope they leave me the fuck alone.

For some context, I’m a teenage female, and this nightmare or night terror has happened since I was 4 up until two years ago when I saw the man in the nightmare, after I had the nightmare that night in my bffs house in Illinois. I haven’t had the nightmare since then, but I had it last night. I felt like throwing up after I had woke up, showered and got dressed.

I had my usual nightmare from a long time ago, and it was all normal. I was in a old lime green Cadillac with a oakwood dashboard, in the back left seat, with people who aren’t my family but are in my dream. A little boy sat next to me, he had pale skin, dark hair but the lightest blue in his eyes, and a sweater to match the hue of his eyes. The driver in front of me, was a man with broad shoulders, and a white sweater covering them. I couldn’t see anymore of his features from my seat but the woman in the top right was gorgeous. She sat with good Posture, her pink dress hugging her curves, as long with her sweater on top. As the car drove up the dirt road on a hill, I see the man in black (his face is covered but I saw his face the last time I had this nightmare at my bffs house in Illinois but then saw him at the cafe the day after, but with a little girl with him.) then it crashes.

But here’s where things get off.

I get out of the car crash like normal, the people that were in the car are no where to be seen, like normal. Then I turn to my right, to see the man in all black. But when I see the man, instead of starting to turning to my left and running downhill, I stand still. I stand still but firm in the ground. I, still staring at where his face would be, see him walk towards me. He walks with a slow, steady pace. Each foot touching the dirt, making a print. Soon, he is standing in front of me, with two feet of space between us. I can now see his face from underneath his hood he wore, and the wind blew. The wind had never blown in the nightmare before, but the wind hit his face, and he had no reaction.

He then focuses on my eyes, and starts to speak. His face emotionless but the words being said as a warning, I can’t remember what he said yet, but I’ll try and remember it.

If anyone could have the slightest idea to what some of this means, please say anything. Even if you think it may not help, I’ll take what I can get.