Hey there! I'm brand new here, but lately I've been having lots of bad dreams and I'd like to start hearing other people's opinions on what they might mean. A bit about me, I am a 20 year old female working at a place I enjoy, still living at home for now, and taking college classes online. My greatest concern lately has been about my relationship with my boyfriend. We don't get to see each other very often as we live a long way from each other, and we have been arguing a lot recently. I'm worried about the state of our relationship now, and how that might affect it going forward. A few other current concerns I have are about my relationship with my mother (we have different opinions and tend to clash) and that I've lost inspiration for things I used to be really talented in (drawing, writing, etc.) I have been relying on a good friend of mine for advice and emotional support during this time.
So my most recent dream started out wonderfully. My parents and I had this enormous farm will lots of animals; cats, dogs, chickens, horses, and more. That has always been a thing that I want in my life, to have a farm like that, so I was pretty happy in the dream. A lot of it was just seeing all of the animals interacting and getting along, and then it jumped to my father and I looking at a house. I recognized the house, and said it was where my boyfriend lived, even though the house in the dream looked nothing like his actual house. My dad had been saying that the house belonged to someone else, and I kept telling him that it was my boyfriend's house. So the dream sort of jumped again to me watching a Civil War reenactment that was taking place on our farm, and amidst all the smoke and actors running around, one of the cats on our farm walked past me and went into this really small cement building. There was a snake in there too, and the cat started swatting at it. The snake bit the cat twice and it immediately fell over and started to die. I picked the cat up and was sobbing as I held it, listening to it taking its last breaths. It also seemed as though the cat was sharing memories with me as it died, good ones. I counted fourteen of them before the cat's time ran out, at which point I woke up.
So, any thoughts on what it might mean and how it relates to what I'm going through? Thanks in advance!