Series of Wake-Up Dreams

The dream was a series of awakenings, each time finding myself in my childhood bedroom. While in a sleeping state, I would meditate to wake up from my body. Sometimes I would morph through the bedroom window, other times through the living room window, and occasionally through the garage. There were many such instances; I kept repeating them because I remained asleep in the room and felt somewhat bored. I can't remember them in chronological order, but here are a few. In one dream, I was walking through a town when I encountered a giant portal gateway. I spotted what looked like a drone and, curious about the damage it could inflict, considered launching it at a tower. However, I was in a magical park, and the drone struck a magical tree instead. Everyone around seemed sad, but I felt only a mild sadness since it hit a magical tree rather than a tower; I was also a bit intrigued. The tree quickly recovered itself. Afterward, I walked to a restaurant where a black woman instructed me to retrieve a bottle of wine. She then revealed she was God and told me I could create any story I wished, even bible stories, but emphasized that I should make my own rather than merely replacing others with myself. She then removed her top and told me to stare at her breasts. I did for a second, then looked into her eyes. She remarked that she knew that would happen. I responded, 'Well, when I look into your eyes, I can't really see your breasts,' as the world plunged into darkness, and the dream faded. In another awakening, I found myself in someone else's house. In this dream, I seemed to embody a Jesus-like figure, leading a movement. I spoke to people in a town, delivering a sermon. Some approached me, advising me not to discuss certain topics, as they didn't align with what people wanted. I asked, 'You only want me to teach what people already believe?' I declared I wouldn't do that, If I only taught what everyone wanted then I wouldnt be teaching them what they needed. As I moved through the house, everyone was simply partying. I called over a friend and confided, 'Why have I surrounded myself with all these party-goers? We want to change the world, but these people aren't in the mindset to do that; they just want to chill here and do nothing.' I then received a message on my phone stating that 'the garage is where my answers lie.' I began heading there, eventually entering a room. It was a young white woman, and it quickly dawned on me that it was God again. I sat on the ground while she sat on the bed, looking down at me. She instructed me to go where people needed me most, specifically where younger people were, and to do what would motivate them. She showed me a meme illustrating how younger people are motivated by superficial success and consume via TikTok, while older people care about everyone else's opinion and go to church. She urged me to go where I was needed for future generations. She then told me about three companions I could have. I somewhat spaced out on the first two, as I didn't really care about them, but the last was a scientist. I asked about the practical skill of a scientist, not philosophically, but in practice. She explained that a scientist's job is to discover theories on new ways of doing things, and an engineer's job is to implement them. She then reassured me not to worry about money, stating that it had set aside all the money I needed for my journey and would provide what was necessary when needed. Another dream character joined, who seemed to feel cheated out of the money I was receiving, but this character was mostly incomprehensible. One of the first awakenings I had involved a group of bikers confronting me. I was friendly to them initially, but they began attacking me – one with a knife, the other with a gun. The surprising thing was, I wasn't afraid. I was stabbed and shot but showed no reaction. I then stabbed the first guy with his own knife and shot the other with their gun. I felt no remorse or guilt, telling myself I had tried to be friendly, but they attacked. My retaliation was what they deserved. In another dream, I came across some men tied up and others wearing ski masks. Initially confused, one of the robbers offered me a mask and told me to join them in robbing. I removed a mask from one of the tied-up men and asked what was happening. They explained that the masked men had stolen their gear, and now they intended to rob the place. Another robber urged me to join. I was in no mood to dream about stealing; I didn't care. Besides, I could literally fly and was indestructible. What did I care about fake diamonds? I then called the police, and they invited me to help take down the robbers. In one awakening, I entered my brother's room, where he kept hiding himself under clothes. I then went outside and found him with his girlfriend. He repeatedly tried to get away from me. When I finally caught up to them, I touched his girlfriend's head, and she ascended into the sky, while he scurried away. There were many such awakenings, and I can only remember these few. Each time one dream ended, I would find myself back in the room, sleeping. I would then need to meditate and walk through the house in darkness to initiate the next dream sequence. The house had no lights, so I relied on touch and my memory of the layout to navigate to the outside, following any sounds or occasional flickers of light.