Recent dreams containing rem

I had a dream of my neighbors house being remodeled. It was completely different. I had been in my house which was like a glass house with glass walls and it was stormy and the wind blew the door glass out. I had been unexpectedly visited by my deceased grandmother and her friend while there were two spiders that turned into puffer fish. I was mad at my neighbors over something and I was walking to the police department where I seen a marathon, and I had been at the neighbors house and I had seen my ex boyfriend (neighbor) who looked deformed and a blonde female laying on the bed who also looked deformed. I had been upset and hit the blonde. I then woke up to Eminem "So long bitch you did me so wrong living in this world without you".

I often have bad dreams, cant remember one specifically. I am wondering why my bad dreams will make me jerk, twitch, kick, and talk in my sleep? Mostly, Im hoping there is a way to stop this behavior.

I dreamed Donald Trump, Jared and Ivanka married each other in a ceremony performed by Vladimir Putin. The audience was made up of hundreds of clones of 13 year old Maria - the Puero Rican girl Trump raped at Jeffrey Epstein's mansion back in 1993.

It was dark. Couldn't see anything in front of me. Suddenly I was in a room I've never been in. The only light source what seemed like moonlight shining in. There was a person inside the room with me. I realized that it was myself, but a demonic version of me. Black eyes and a mischievous smile. I was suddenly on the ground with demonic me standing over me. I got almost like a drowning sensation as I looked up at him. He said something to me, but I can't remember what.

I was in my bedroom and woke up at 3:30am cause I remembered my car was parked outside my house. When I try to open the gate, the whole wall erodes into the ground. I look outside and see a river and erosion is taking place by the river, like a mile away. Then I call my neighbor to fix the wall and he builds a beautiful pathway to the river. He asks me if I thought the erosion could become worse, and I said that it might!

I didn't know where I was an next thing I know is a baby on floor in a bedroom an the baby was on floor then I don't remember anything else of the dream

This was a reoccurring childhood dream that I had for years ending when I reached the age of 12, or so. The dream was all that I remembered after waking up in the morning and it really bothered me that I couldn’t remember what came before it. so what I woke up remembering so often was me swinging on a giant swing in an empty black space. I looked up and could see no top of the rope and when I looked down I could see no bottom, no floor. And you know that feeling you got in your stomach on swings as a kid? I felt that on every upswing. Of course time is weird in dreams and I felt this need, this uncontrollable urge to escape this endless swing by jumping off it into the dark abyss below. After building the courage to finally jump off the swing I always woke up before landing so I remember waking up frustrated by all of the unknowns regarding this very disturbing dream. I’m 66 years old today and have never forgotten this reoccurring dream from my childhood and I’m curious about an interpretation.

I entered a room full of people. I did not know some of the people, while the rest of the people were friends of mine. Most of them I do not really talk to anymore. A very close friend of mine was also here. I thought of to be strange because he lives all the way up in Maine. I remember, as I entered the room I was upset or sad about something. I was going around the room and talking to people. Then, I see this woman/girl. She shorter and than me and her head was about chest level. She also has brown hair. She smiles at me and I smile back at her. We walk up to each other and then we hug. After the hug everything goes black and I do not remember the girls face.

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. It was with this that I realized he was a mechanic. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.