Recent dreams containing table

I had a dream about schnitzel and when i lifted it someone’s name appeared. Almost like an after effect with text. I know who the name is but in the dream i had no idea who he was. The room was white with no tables or chairs yet we were sitting and eating off of like a table

In the dream, I were attending Lebo's(an ex colleague )wedding and I were one of the bridesmaids. Lebo asked me to wear fake teeth on my top gum, but they were uncomfortable, especially when speaking. I decided to take them off and found myself on the other side of the venue with the rest of the bridesmaids. Before taking off the fake teeth, I were with Lebo, wearing the bridesmaid dresses. On the other side, the bridesmaids were queuing to cross over to where the bride was standing. Instead of waiting for my turn, I jumped the queue, which caused the other bridesmaids to shout at me for not waiting like everyone else. Despite their comments, I continued walking towards the bride without caring about what they were saying. The dream ends when I were trying to find a seat to sit down.

I saw a respectable person serving me milk

In real life I have a garden beds for vegetables that I grow. I dreamed that my girlfriend removed all the plants from the garden bed and it was just only empty soil. I asked her in the dream why she would do this. But I don’t remember her reply when I woke up.

I was watching a man film a birthday message for his son as he has cancer. Then I was with a group of people at a county fair watching horses and cows, there were food carts around me. The group walked through a crowd of people and came to en empty car park. The spaces were reserved for "(the year) 1946 enthusiasts and homeless people." We walked through the car park towards a dark building. I waved to my parents who were sitting at a table and continued on into the building. A young man walked past me and told his friends he would catch up, he had to do something first. I watched his eyes as he started watching the video message his father was recording at the start of my dream. At the end, I heard 3 loud pops and woke up knowing his father had shot himself as he was already dying

I'm 38 weeks pregnant so Everytime I'm uncomfortable but wanting to go to sleep I close my eyes and see the same vision in my head of my Dr holding my newborn after umbilical cord was cut asking me if I wanted to hold my daughter while my daughter is screaming her head off

Black Handprint all over the condo. The place had been stripped like it was a remodeling project. A brother of mine was on a ladder in the open entrance area near the wall. I asked him or rather stated to him in an accusitory manner, "What the hell!" And he turned the tables on me and said, "What the hell did you do to the place!" Now, I knew that I had done nothing. I began to think that maybe all my money had been stolen. I went to the closet and there was nothing there except in the back of the closet was a really small opening. It was rectangular in shape and it was open from the inside like a peep hole. What was below was a huge department store that was birghtly lit and I heard something being stated over the loud speaker.

I dream that I woke up and saw that I was sleeping on my twinflame's chest and I was sooo peaceful and comfortable

It started out with a zombie apocalypse, I didn’t see any zombies I just knew it. I’m out in the hot summer run in a lush green forest, looking for food and shelter. There’s a rustle behind me and I turn, hunter’s knife in hand and it’s an older man with a little kid hiding behind him. They look hungry, hungrier than me. I ask him why dosent he try out for our district’s competition. Sure it’s a zombie apocalypse but we still had a form of government. And this one held a competition twice a year for the common people to live in the capital if they won, runner ups get food. We travel to the compound where it’s being held. Like a metal auditorium, small and the steel is surprisingly not boiling hot. I trained the little girl in preparation for the competition, I’ve grown close with her and her dad. Revealing I had competed when I was 16 and won. But now I was living as an outsider. The compound soon fills with families also competing. We get sat next to a redhead family, I can tell something is off with the dad by the way he sighs as he watches his young twin daughter play. We fill out paperwork as the 13 or so judges come in and take their seats. I recognized a few but one knew me. He smiles and tilts his head in a respectful way. I turn away feeling my face go red. First is the kids spouting off facts about our government. Next to compete are the fathers. They’re made to kill zombies, the red head father almost died. A zombie aiming for his neck, I kicked it away from me and the girls and the guy I’m with kills it. The night ends, the judges leave but we are made to sleep on the steel benches and dirt floor. There’s a small lamp, I remember someone once telling me the capital uses these little lamps to signal for electricity. Turning it off is considered a crime. I’ve competed before, I know what comes the next day. I know I’m the only one awake, I turned it off to give me an extra leg up in tomorrow’s competition. Then it’s tomorrow, everyone wakes. No one notices the lamp. The judges come back, the one I know personally gives me a smile as he sits. I hear whispers. The capital holds this event twice a year because they’re struggling to keep people alive in their secluded area. It’s true. I used to live there so I know it is true. I say nothing, no one can know I competed before. I need to help the little girl and her father, they’re my friends. It’s time to complete. I look over at the tired red headed father and know immediately what he is thinking. I whisper to him, don’t kill yourself, your daughters and wife need you. He looks surprised, I shrug and get down from my seat and stand near his wife. There’s a song we are meant to sing but the tablet with the lyrics isn’t working. There’s no electricity, I made sure of that. I know the default song, it’s the district’s anthem. They have us sing it while they wrote our scores. I sing soft for the parts I know I won’t get right and belt out the parts I know I can nail. This is how I was taught to sing. By the judge that I know. He looks proud I remembered his teachings from when I was younger. I hold back a grimace. They give us our scores, we have to add them together. There’s comments left next to the scores. I notice the judge I know left me a x8. I can multiply my entire score by 8 to get the highest score and win. He leaves me a flirty compliment. The dream ends before I can get my final score.

Having food with a male friend while other women waiting for the table. Male friend leave the table and I get irriated on him