Reoccuring Dreams

I used to have a recurring dream that always gave me the same chilling dread feeling that something bad was going to happen. It always started off normal with me hanging out with my mother, and every time the happy moments would change to a feeling of dread and a car would pull up to our house. The same thing always happened. My mom always said "why don't they just kill me" and it ended before she'd get shot by the people in the vehicle.
What disturbs me looking back on these dreams is that they stopped when my mom died.
 
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Sometimes I dream that I'm in a big store where they sell any types of ancient electronics such as computers, crts and vidya. They even have the unreasonably cheap prices for (35$ for a rad Win95 PC, deal me in) and all the choice I could want (TVs of every size and shapes, rare unknown game cartridges and bootlegs). It sucks that when I wake up because I couldn't keep all of my collection items, tho that does means that I never spent actual shekels for it.

Other times I dream of electric fans. Fans that wants to kill me. It's really strange and it's always reoccuring ever since childhood. What could that possibly mean?
 
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Ive had this one almost every night for years now

I awoke in a clearing from whence I could see a dense evergreen forest to my back and to the front I beheld a massive snowcapped mountain range. Upon seeing the peak of this mountain something inside me compelled me to travel to the peak and for nine long days I traveled to the peak. Upon reaching the summit I beheld a man twice as tall as that of a normal man with an eye of white and a beard of ashen gray, he was sitting upon a throne of stone. On each of his sides sat that of a wolf and a raven, in his hand he held a spear of silver from whence was placed upon my shoulder. Upon its contact, a burning sensation did arise. To which I beheld a symbol comprised of three interlaced triangles. Soon the man spoke in a deep and graven voice though in a language I didn't know, yet could understand “You are now mine for you have accepted my mark. Then I would lay down at the throne and see visions of battle at different times in history in a shield wall, charging with a flintlock, storming the beach of Normandy, being in a convoy and a bomb dropped on us.
 
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