Dreaming for me has always been something strange. Most of the time my dreams turn out to be elaborate stories where I'm another person, but still myself. The dreams are always in great detail and will pick up from where they started if I wake up and go back to sleep.
I once had a dream that took place in a place mostly made out of marble stone. I was some girl, no name was specified, and I was taken captive by this demon who held some sort of high power since he was listened to. He reminded me of a king or a prince somehow. Anyways at first the demon guy seemed very grumpy, always shouting. But one day I was playing chess by myself even though I had no idea how to play. He was watching me and got frustrated at how I wasn't playing correctly so he taught me. Every day we'd play chess together and he seemed to grow find of me, not being rude anymore or entirely angry.
Though I remember one day I had fallen in love with this lighter being and had a baby who had these white wings and a strange ability involving fire. Once the demon guy had found out he was enraged because he had fallen for whoever I was as well. He had sort of a chainsaw weapon looking object, but it was different somehow larger and had a strange feel to it. He planned on killing me but when he did the baby flew up and the whole place combusted into flames and that was it.
On another occasion I once had a dream I was a young boy who had the ability to fly. All I would have to do is stick my arms to my side and think of air rushing out of my feet and hands. This dream is kind of cloudy but I remember being with two other children and some guys were after me because I could fly. The dream ended with a boy my age, he didn't seem normal at all, pinning me down and stabbing me to death with an oddly shaped knife. The blade was shaped like one of those towers on a castle.
Do you guys have any idea what these dreams could mean or was it just pointless?