Recurring dream with lots of water.

Hello everyone I'm new here. My name is Aly, I'm 25.

I'm hoping someone here can help me with a recurring dream I've had about 10 times in the last 3 weeks. Its always the exact same. Its kind of long but it said to give am much detail and I could.

It starts off with me standing on a stage singing in front of a huge crowd, in my dream I'm a famous singer. There is another stage next to the one I'm on, and there is a famous male singer who performs on that one after I do. The stages are filled with water for some reason. We are on tour and after several shows I am hanging out more and more with this male singer. Then we are sitting on these stairs backstage and he kisses me. And as we are kissing a guy who works on the tour comes rushing in and we immediately put some distance between us. And the guy tells us the stages are leaking and about to burst and if they do there will be thousand and thousands of gallons of water everywhere. And tells us we need to get far away from them now because they were right under the area where we were sitting. So we get up and leave as fast as we can.
Then I'm suddenly talking to his old lady at some event (I'm still the famous singer but she doesn't know this) and she is telling me about her amazing garden and how its so lovely and how well it grows and that she has enough fruits and vegetables to feed many people and wants to donate it but that she needs help with it. So me and these 2 guys who are part of my road crew volunteer to help her with it and also put together a team to help her with the garden on a regular basis. So the next day we drive an hour into the mountains to this small town and she live on this mountain above the town. So we go to her house and its on the side of the mountain and the garden is throughout her propriety. Its really beautiful and almost like your in some other magical land. And I was watering everything with the hose while the 2 guys were picking things and separating them into baskets. Then the old lady tells me she would like to show me around her garden and tell me more about herself and her life. I look at the 2 guys who are with me and they nod that its ok for me to go. So I hand one guy the hose with the water still running and walk off with the old lady. As we're walking she's point out different plants and flowers and I notice we are starting to go up hill along this dirt road but that her garden is still along both sides of the road. I ask her about it being a road and she tells me its not a straight through road and know ones driven down it for 50 years. As we're getting to the end of the road on our right side there is a body of water. At the top of the hill where the road/hill ends at there is a solid piece of the mountain, and it seems like the water must run along down the mountain but I couldn't see the other end. I remember looking at the water and thinking it looks really dirty, it was dark, brown almost black but not at all creepy looking, and also that the water is really calm nothing as all disturbing it except for the occasional leaf falling from the trees around it. There was a long tree (more like 5 small tree that had been twisted together) that went from our side of the water to the other like a bridge. I asked the old lady about it and she tells me that the local kids walk across it all the time and have so much fun. After she tells me this I stare at the tree bridge and the water thinking for one thing the bridge didn't look that safe and surely the kids fall off it every now and then. Two its a long distance from the bridge to the water surface and the water seems like it had to be deep but I couldn't really tell at all. And three that I really wouldn't want to be in that dirty water. So I turn and ask her about it and she tells me oh well the kids fall off of it from time to time and that it doesn't bother them at all and that they jump of it into the water during the summers and spend hours during the long summer days swimming there. I look at the tree bridge again and consider trying to cross it, but decide not to. I then ask her if there is a source of water that feeds into it or how it never dries out, and she point to the top of the hill to a dam. Which I found odd because the dam was at the top of the road next to the water and not at the top/end of the water. She then begins to walk up the hill towards the dam and I fallow and as we get closer it looks like two HUGE wooden doors. When we were about 20 feel away I notice a creaking sound and notice the dirt road is wet and that on the sides of it you can see tiny streams of water. So I look up at the doors and notice they are flexing and I start to panic a little. I ask her how long the dam has been doing this and if she has ever told anyone and how it could be really dangerous. She calmly tells me its been doing this for years but doing it more and more and leaking more and more in the last few months. Then I ask her why she hasn't had anyone out to check it and fix it. And she tells me its not a worry that her late husband built it strong to last forever and didn't seem at all concerned. Then I asked her how much water is behind the dam's doors and she tells me she thinks enough water to flood and destroy her small mountain town. I immediately begin to freak out on the inside and realize what's going to happen. The whole time we are talking I notice more and more water leaking out and the doors moving more and more. I tell her that we need to get to higher ground NOW and find a way to let everyone on the mountain and the town below know that they need to evacuate IMMEDIATELY!! She keeps telling me no and that I am worrying for nothing and need to calm down. I keep pleading with her and she keeps telling me no and to calm myself. At this point I am facing her and the dam is behind me and I hear a cracking noise so I turn to look over my shoulder and realize what's about to happen. So I begin running to the left side of the mountain to the place that looks like it will be the easiest to climb up, the whole time begging her to come with me but she refuses. So I start climbing and yelling down the road/hill and praying the 2 guys can hear me yelling to get to the highest ground they can get to NOW!! So I keep climbing and climbing listening to the sound of dam cracking louder and more by the second behind me. I hear the final crack of the dam breaking open and turn just in time to see it burst open and the old lady get washed away. I froze in horror for a couple seconds and then realized I had to get as high as I can and climb higher and keep climbing and climbing and pushing myself because the climb was really hard and my whole body was hurting and getting cut, scarped, and bruised up. I climb up the mountain until I hit a solid straight wall of rock that there is no way to climb up and I can't see where it ends on either side. I look around trying to figure out what to do and watch the water getting higher and higher, its above where the top of the dam was by this point so I can't see how much water is rushing in still or how fast. I finally decide to climb as high as I can up a big thick tree. So I climb as high and I can until I am scared to climb higher for fear of the branches not being strong enough to hold me. So I settle on the thickest branch where I am and finally look down for the first time and realize how high up I am. I can see the whole mountain, the small town below and the top of the mountain (I was maybe 20 feet across from the top of the mountain way up past the rock wall). I sit there looking around and can see nothing but the top of some buildings and water everywhere, everything was flooded. I began to cry thinking of all the people who had lost or were losing their lives and wondering how I would ever get out here. About an hour past and it began to rain and I was thinking really did we need to add salt to the wound. I sat there on the branch getting rained on and just looking around me at all the water around me for hours, I'm so cold my body hurts from shivering and the light of the day is starting to fade. Then I suddenly see flashing lights from the corner of me eye and turn my head towards them. And realize a rescue crew had come up on the other side of the mountain somehow and that I need to get their attention. I start calling to them as loud as I can and waving my arm and after a few minutes the notice me. The rescue crew threw ropes around the tree above me to secure a line to send someone over to help me get from the tree to the solid ground of the mountain across from the tree. They take me over to an ambulance and sit me down at the back of it and look me over and treat/clean cuts and craps and they tell me some of them are going to need stitches right away and that they are going to have to numb me up then and there and stitch them up right there. That's when I notice some of them are pretty bad and still bleeding hours later and that I am pretty covered in blood. They stitch the areas on my arms and legs that need it, put a bunch of blankets around me and prepare to start stitching up my forehead. As the EMT is numbing head to looks and me and asks me hey are you (my name), and I say yes and he tells me he's a huge fan and all that. And as they are stitching my head I finally start looking around and really seeing what's going on around me. The rain it letting up and just a little drizzle now. Its complete chaos, everyone is panicking, people are running around everywhere, there are dozens of rescue vehicles, media vans and crews everywhere, flashes are snapping everywhere, they are thankfully pulling out and treating more people alive then I thought was possible. And everyone is saying they have know idea what happened or where all this water came from and were completely confused. I looked up at the EMT who was now bandaging my head to keep clean and asked him why everyone was so confused. He told me know one knows where the water came from and I looked at him completely confused and said the dam of course. And he looked at me and says what dam honey? And I tell him about it and what happened and he suddenly realizes I know exactly what happened and tells me to sit tight and he'll be right back. He comes back with the chief of police and I recall the story of what happened to him and he looks complete confused but realizes I must be telling the truth because its the only thing that makes sense. So I am then put in front of all the media and everyone realizes who I m right away, and I again tell them the story of what happened. Everyone has a look of complete horror on their face. Then someone who grew up in the area interrupts and says she knows the doors I am talking about and that the old lady had told her when she was young and had asked that it was to block off a very dangerous cave with a huge deadly drop at the back of it. Know one knew anything about the dam at all and everyone starts wondering where the water came from exactly. After talking to the media I turned to walk to an area under a tent where I would be able to stay drier and warmer and insisted I was ok and to concentrate or other more injured people. But the EMT insisted on walking me over to the tent, the whole time the media is filming and snapping pictures because I had witnessed it all and everyone knew who I was. As we are walking I hear a familiar voice calling my name and I turn around the see the male singer from the beginning of me dream. I turn and run into his arms and he kisses me and hugs me and tell me he was so scared and so worried and was so glad I was ok. And then I wake up.

Its the same thing every single time.