Dreams to help

I was in a zombie apocalypse. I lived on an island. I lived in a couple different small remote houses and we would let the zombie parades go by our house. We would wait for every zombie on the island to go by our house for the day. It was like a scheduled event. My brother and his wife (who is pregnant in real life) were gorilla wranglers. One day, I drove from one end of the island to the other to see my parents. While I was staying at their house (the house I live in real life at 22 years old), a couple zombies started banging on the front door. We ran inside while my father went to dispose of them. I realized there were 2 more at the back door. My mother went out back to handle them. She stabbed the first one in the brain and proceeded to do the same with the second. Only it just dropped the second one for a minute. The second zombie appeared to be just slightly fazed by it. Watching from the inside, I saw a third zombie attack my mother from behind while she was wondering how this second zombie could still be "alive." I ran outside to help but it was too late and the third zombie was eating my mother's brains. I killed it. The second zombie was still alive so I tried stabbing it in the head but when I did, it's skull was filled water and was translucent. She just looked up at me and laughed. I felt cheated and that it was not worth caring about because it's impossible to kill this zombie.

Pepper fruit ripening among its foliage on my roof,I got my brothers to help picked the fruits in my dreams,what does it mean

I had a dream about a school shooting at LHS. It was very weird because I was like a ghost and no one could see me. I would follow the shooter around the school and try to warn and help people, but I was a ghost so they couldn’t hear me or see me. I remember Mr Stock, Mr Lingen, Mr Rogalla, Mrs Hurby, Mrs Weets, and Mr Hams were all in the dream. I never got to the point where the shooter actually killed someone, but he was just walking around the school and I kept following him and trying to help people be safe. I kept trying to help because no one knew there was a shooter in the school, we weren't even in a lockdown. I was a ghost and no one could hear me, but then I woke up and no one died.

I dreamt that I discovered I had an adopted brother and sister my entire life, but my parents had never introduced them as that to us so I never realised. It happened really suddenly that I was at home in New Cross, in my room but as an adult, and I think I'd heard some news story about adoption and it had made me think- I wish I had adopted siblings. And all of a sudden it came over me that I did. I'd had an adopted brother this whole time and I had never realised / put 2 and 2 together. I collapsed in tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I ran to where my mum and sister Joanna were tidying away clothes and tried to help and ask questions but I could barely function. My adopted brother was there too - he was a tall, handsome Asian man, very gentle and kind. I asked my mum and dad questions - it turns out they adopted two children, a Polish girl (who was not as close, a difficult adoption it seemed) and this Asian boy, who we had always grown up with and never questioned why. I asked my dad why they never explained to us: "because your mother said you children might not accept / try to sabotage them if you saw them as competition, so decided it was better to not say anything at all." This was classic my parents' approach to parenting- not trusting the kids and keeping their own confidences. I ran away from the room and as I ran I kept collapsing in floods of tears. My whole sense of being and understanding of who I was felt shaken, but I was also overwhelmed with love and affection for this sibling I had never recognised as such. The whole time he was there, quietly and gently present, aware of the emotional roller coaster I was going through and I had hugged him many times in tears already, and apologised for not knowing sooner. I ran upstairs - collapsing in piles of tears alof the way - back to my bedroom where he was in the bed and threw myself into his arms in the darkness and in my tears. I woke up then, not 100% sure if the love I expressed in that moment was more than that for a brother. It was possibly the relief of finding a soul mate. I dreamt this after an argument with my brother who earlier that day said he could not help me / give me advice about my relationship with Ben. I was very hurt and cried a lot - similarly completely overwhelmed / isolated. I felt quite betrayed by him in that moment. He has always been my closest confidante.

The first thing I remember from the dream was I was walking down an old paved road with my sister Caitlin. On the right of the paved road was a very large river. The landscape looked like something out of the video game Skyrim but more realistic. As we were walking we came upon a dirt mound in the middle of the paved road. We avoided walking over it and when I asked my sister Caitlin what it was and she told me it was her dead father. Then both of us continued to walk without saying a word. We finally stopped at a part of the river that was more shallow than the rest of it. In the water were another two of my sisters Carissa and Hallie. I got into the water and it was about waist high. We conversed for a little while (I don’t remember what was being said). Something moved in the water and I asked them what it was. They told me it was an alligator. I think I caught a glimpse of it. I asked them if we should get out and they told me it was fine. I was starting to get nervous. Suddenly without warning the sky turned dark and the clouds started to swirl. I then started being thrown about in the water and felt pain in my leg. I was being pulled under and I couldn’t breathe. I was screaming for my sister to help me as they just stood and watched me get killed by the alligator.