What are wrist dreams about?

Okay, I just had an insanely crazy dream. Shortened version right here. vvv

(short version) At the end of my dream, I was walking outside of a cabin, it was midnight and snowing. I somehow knew if I walked out the door, I would die. I walked outside anyways, and was confronted with this hooded man. I couldn't see his face even up close. We got into a skirmish. He held me by my wrists, and a floating isolated hand came from behind and slit the back of my neck. Somehow, in my head, I knew I could do something about this. Even though I was being held by a seemingly impossibly strong man. But I just gave up. Any interpretations? Thanks.

(full version) Basically, I was with a lot of random people in a log cabin deep in the woods somewhere. It was midnight, and snowing. My car was the only one outside, for some reason. I looked outside and saw nobody. But I somehow knew, if I walked out that front door, I would die. I shook this feeling off and started walking towards my car. Immediately I saw a hooded man walk towards me, aggressively. We got into a skirmish, & he eventually grabs me by my wrists. His face was completely darkened by his hood and the night. Again, I don't know how I knew this, but I knew a hand (a completely isolated, separate floating hand) would come behind me, and kill me. It had a knife, and began to slowly cut down my neck. I remember, briefly, thinking "this is it. do I even care? no.".... & I just gave up. I'm not even sure it was my own voice thinking that. I woke up before I died. The meaning seems really obvious to some... I'm suicidal or whatever. But I'm actually not. Any other interpretations? Thanks.

Can someone help me interpret a dream I had? I haven't been able to find anything specific on the dream interpretation websites. Any insight would be appreciated

I noticed two white strings coming out of a small wound/opening on my hand (above my wrist). I wasn't able to pull them out myself so I waited for help from my brother.

Next thing I know, my brother is helping me pull out these strings, but now they're coming out of top of my finger (from beneath the nail).

He's pulling both strings at the same time from the same finger. Both are white-ish, same thickness (1-3mm in diameter), texture like fiber/cloth and HUGE in length. It felt like he was pulling them out continuously for 10 minutes straight. There was like at least 10-15 meters in total after it all got out. As he was pulling, I could feel it moving/flowing through my body, specifically being pulled from my right leg, up to the hand.

It was mostly clean white but there were irregularities at some points. Like at some spots it was tainted with a bit of blood cloth or something. It all came in one piece and I knew all of it was out and felt relieved. I woke up and was freaked because it was very weird.

This was the other night, what does a dream of this nature mean?

**If you are triggered by this subject, please do not read it, and I'm proud of you for getting through it. <3**

The dream began at a party, and my best friend, her boyfriend, my boyfriend and I all got drunk at my house and eventually took a drug that her boyfriend (let's call him M) had brought with him. My friend and boyfriend went off to get refills or something, and then M lead me outside, pushed me to the floor, held me tight by the wrists and r\*ped me. It skipped to the morning and when I told my boyfriend what had happened he broke up with me and told me I was a disgusting person, and my best friend disowned me. Then, when I went to see M to confront him, the room turned pitch black and my eyes started stinging, the same kind of sting you'd get from getting shampoo in your eyes, or something of the sort. When I woke up I thought it actually happened for a good 10 minutes or so.

What does this mean? I was going to go to a party with the same people but I cancelled because it temporarily disturbed the hell out of me. In person, M has been flirty with me, is it my brain personifying those advances and assuming the worst? Does it make me a bad person to dream such a thing about my friend?

I am currently 33, female, and an INFJ personality. My main question is really about an artifact in my dream. Any interpretation of any part is welcome.

The night my grandma (Dad’s mom) died, I dreamt of her... or did she dream of me... (reality has been slippery ever since). This is from my journal entry the morning after.

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There was a house that was obviously from the desert (I grew up in the Mojave Desert). The house was tan, dingy. A quarter of the backyard was filled with a swampy lake. My sister, my cousins and I were swimming in it with other people without faces. There was a cement walkway that led to the water (my mom and her sister walked out onto it at some point). I swam over to Grandma. She was in a chair with her back to us. She was facing a man without a face. She pulled out a toy, a Jacob’s Ladder that formed into a horse at the flick of her wrist. It developed a crazy texture. I reached out to touch it. My view shifted to where I was in front of her, holding her. She looked different, like a creature. Her eyes were closer together and her ears were really big. She looked into my eyes, and I was holding her face. She told me, “God is calling me.” and she slumped in my arms and became VERY heavy. Then she opened her eyes again and became light. She looked at me again and the dream ended.

My question is really about the horse. The Jacob’s Ladder has become my obsession as the Tree of Life (Kabbalah) as a 2 dimensional representation of the feedback loop from “source/God/everything there is” to “Spacetime”. The Jacob’s Ladder became a metallic horse with a raised dimply texture. What is the symbolism of the horse? I will include sketches from the journal. I have some idea of what it might be, but have found limited information. If anyone has anything to interpret, it would be greatly appreciated!

So the dream started as me waking up in my bed, I couldn't talk, I couldn't think, I couldn't scream, and I couldn't cry, but all I knew was I was scared. It wasn't just any old kind of scared though, it was the one where you knew you had fucked up and hurt the people you hold the closest, the kind of scared that you'd expect to feel right before you hit the ground from jumping off a fatal height. I realized I could move though, so I got up and started stumbling down my stairs, shaking from fear. The kind of fear to start at the pit of your stomach to consume your whole body until it really settles in what the situation is, but the thing is I don't know what the situation is. I make it downstairs and see my dad sitting on the couch of my living room looking devastated, disappointed, and depressed, or as I will to call the dangerous D's as the occur quite frequently throughout this. He looks at me with a look of the dangerous D's and grief and shakes his head. He tells me to sit down next to him because we need to have a talk and that fear from earlier gets more intense as a feeling of guilt and sadness joins in with them. he starts asking me questions with his head in his palms but get's no response as I try every bit of my power to get a single sound out but to no avail, and he looks up at me again tears streaking his face as he tells me to stand up and shows me the door. I open it to see an empty void, almost as if the world had been swallowed whole leaving my house, and the feelings consume me and I jump. I keep falling and falling until something pulls me aside and I am on this farm like land on a pasture. There is a house and a barn in the distance and the sunlight is bouncing off the blades of shiny green grass swaying in the wind. I look at my surroundings and see an old man in a dark cloak, almost looking like the grim reaper, as he whispers in my ear that he knows what I'm going through right now and that he can help me escape this but I don't trust him and jump off into the void again as he gives me a sad look and shakes his head. My fear keeps growing larger and larger as it keeps ungulfing me in these awful emotions and I start feeling the dangerous D's start to come along. I get pulled one last time and this time I am in a broken down version of my house with my parents giving me the look of the dangerous D's and shake their heads and walks off. After they walk off I see my little sisters, the two girls I had sworn my life to protect, lying there, dead. There skin is pale while they are lying in a pool of blood with there wrists sliced and there throats cut, giving me a blank stare with their jaws unhinged and their faces stuck with a look of an overwhelming look of the dangerous D's along with the saddest, most heartwrenching, most overwhelming look of pure grief. I look in disbelief, every feeling I was feeling before multiplied times one million. My two baby sisters, laying there, dead. I can't take it. Their heads suddenly perk up and they smile with blood gushing out of their mouths. They say that this is all my fault, I made them do this, I went down the path I did and died and made them do this to themselves and my parents come back and stand behind them with the same looks they had before and I look in the distance and see the old man giving me that same look of sadness with an "I tried to warn you" king of look on his face and he turns around. I can't take anything anymore, I can't cry, I can't scream, I can't talk, I can't think, I can just feel these feelings make me do things. The feelings keep getting worse and worse and the fear finally settles in on what the situation is and the fear keeps getting worse from this realization. I am in my own personal hell, being tormented, so I turn around and jump into the void one more time hoping I can escape this hell. I keep falling and falling until I see a bottom, and I know it's finally over so I take a sigh of relief and hit the bottom

I'd make a TL;DR but I don't know how I'd do that with this story. please tell me what this is about. It's the most disturbing dream I have ever had.