Hey guys, I'm new to the forums but not at all new to Lucid Dreaming or dream interpretation. I had two strange dreams last night that I must share. Neither of them were lucid but there's so much to unpack. Plus they're interesting on their own and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.

Note: Between these dreams, I woke up on my own and immediately went back to sleep. They're different dreams, but I feel like the second one actually takes off from where the first one left off.

Background: Let me give you all the necessary background to understand what's absurd about these dreams and what's not. I'm a 20 year old, introverted male. My family is in the adult foster care business. I have lived in an adult foster care home my whole life. The first dream takes place in a house. This house is a house in reality. When my parents first got to America, this is the house they bought and ran their business out of.I spent my years as a toddler here. After that we moved out and bought several more homes. The original home we left, though, was sold to my aunt and uncle. They still have it to this day.

As I'm writing this, I'm trying to be as thick and accurate in my description as possible. Forgive me if it ends up being really long.

Dream 1: The Pill

The dream starts off suddenly (like all dreams). I am around my family in a home. My cousins and aunts are as close to me as my closest family. For some reason, my actual family (father, sisters and mother) aren't in the room. The home is actually my uncle's home. It's the familiar home that they've always lived in. My eldest cousin, also my best friend, rushes into the house (she's a woman BTW). This is where the dream begins. She has brought a strange pill with her. She isn't excited about the pill, she's scared. In reality, pills are a normal thing to have in the house because the elderly are on constant medication.

I already feel very anxious about this pill. Something is horribly wrong about it. I often have dreams about the apocalypse and I shared those similar feelings towards the pill that my cousin brought in.

The pill is taken from her by her mother, a caregiver, and is taken to one of the residents named Margaret. Margaret used to be a b****y resident we had years ago but I don't think that's significant to the dream. She merely felt like a cookie cutter model of any resident we had. My mind was using Margaret as a symbol of any resident that my family took care of. My aunt handed the pill over to Margaret. She didn't eat it. Old people are often stubborn like that. But then something horrible happened.

Margaret only kept the pill near her for minutes. She started convulsing and screaming. Her wrinkled skin started peeling off her body. She vomited a white, slimy puke with food chunks all over the floor. Everyone was terrified cause she hadn't even eaten the pill. I picked up the pill and read it. It said "Virus" and under it there was a random number. I know, genius, right? Lol But in the dream it was a revelation. A confirmation of the horrible feeling I had.

I immediately hopped onto my iPad. I tried to Google the CDC and find their number. I couldn't find the number but there had to be a number on their website for emergencies. I told my second eldest cousin to Google it and to then read me the number so I could call. We struggled with this for a long time. So long that I was afraid I would die the same way the elderly woman had within my dream. I remember feeling frustrated and hopeless. I was not only frustrated by his incompetency but by the fact that I had put myself on the line for allowing myself to be close to the pill. We finally got in touch with the CDC and they confirmed the horror. They told us to stay put as police were on their way.

I got rid of the pill. I didn't throw it away, I just moved away from myself where I wouldn't be so exposed. Somehow it landed into the hands of my youngest cousin. She's in grade school, an innocent child who doesn't know what's going on. I was exposed to it for 10, 15 minutes. The elderly women only had it for less than 10min. I had a good chance of dying so someone else could bother to hold it. I wasn't completely relieved.

My cousin and I wanted more answers. We started to google the pill on the web. It was responsible for mass influenzas which have killed countless people and here it was. We were holding it in our very hands. We read more and more about this horrifying object that was created solely to destroy mankind.

My little cousin start convulsing like the old lady. She died just like her. It was horrible but I secretly felt a little happy. I felt like I might have survived being exposed to it since I beat the odds. After she died, the house went into a panic. I decided to ignore police orders. My eldest cousin and I left the house and drove away, down a freeway which stretched out along a river.

Then I woke up. I checked my phone and jumped back into bed really fast. Just fast enough to go back to dreaming.

Dream 2

I'm on a horse within an army. We are marching to fight a war. It would be a savage battle and I knew I'd probably die once the battle started. There was a fort we were marching to, probably the place the battle would start. And right as we got close to the fort and the battle started, I rode away as fast as I could along side a river down a long stretch of road.

If you look at the ending of the dream above the situation is similar. I am running away from something that's very likely going to kill me as well as many other people. I'm also riding my horse alongside a river where in the first dream I was driving along side it. The river doesn't feel significant, it's just how I'm describing the scene. It's almost like my dream is trying to tell me that this is the same place as before though the setting is completely different. One is modern, the other medieval.

I ride down this road and reach a keep. The natives of this land (somehow I knew they were natives) let me in. I felt safe and secure for the fist time. As I walked amongst these people I realized how short I was in comparison. This is weird cause I've never had this happen before. Maybe it was the guilt I felt for abandoning my family and the battle to save myself? I was physically small in comparison to everyone around me.

They entered the keep and they heard about the battle that was happening close to their borders. They had to do something about it cause now they were involved. They looked to me. They didn't look down on me (metaphorically), they understood why I did what I did but they expected me to help them gather the force to fight back. This I was unwilling to do. They thought I was noble for running away to fight another day but I was merely running away. Unwillingly I obliged and we started searching the keep for the best warriors.

We enter a bar and there are two other short men there, like me. I get the impression that I'm probably like a hobbit from the Lord of the Rings series. One of the short men I somehow already knew. He was my best friend. We immediately hit it off like we had done before for years and years. The two of us gathered a good force of men for the war.

Me and my best friend were marching along many other soldiers who were so much taller and bigger than us. It's ironic cause, in reality, I'm not actually short. I'm pretty tall. But I think the shortness is more of an emotional matter than just how i normally live life.

We kept marching and we reached a large, dark and grimy cave. I could hardly see where we were going so I stayed in the back of the group while they led the way. While we were in the back I heard something call out my name in a whisper. My friend heard it too. We slowed down (the group was still moving but we wouldn't lose them) and we found the source of the voice. It was a demon that was following us for sometime. "Come here, short man." That's what it said to me. My friend and I attacked it. I grabbed it by it's throat and threw it down a set of stairs. I watched it's body tumble down and heard it's bones snap as it fell. I came down to the demon and pulled out a sword to finish it off. I felt just as savage as the demon below me. I didn't even allow it to talk. I was like an animal who instinctively lashed out at this demon. I held my sword above my head, ready to swing down on it and I woke up after I killed it.

I wrote this right after I woke up to be as accurate as possible.