u/GUTS4realll

I can't forget this dream I had when I was younger

In this dream, I walked into a specific room in my house. My father was just standing there, but his back was turned toward me he wasn't facing me at all. The lighting in the room was that specific dark orange/amber hue that happens during the day when the windows are completely closed, creating a somewhat dim, heavy atmosphere.

When I entered, I was holding a crossbow. I aimed and shot him from behind. He immediately fell to the ground. Right after that I went over to him, started touching him, asking him to wake up But every time I do he flat out refused. He just kept responding with a blunt, defiant, "No!" as if he was consciously choosing to stay down.

Then I woke up.

lately I’ve been dealing with a lot of heavy personal stress, depression, and a really toxic, controlling situation at home with my dad. Last night, my subconscious apparently decided to direct a full-blown cinematic crossover event to help me process all this baggage.

I woke up completely blown away by how vivid and symbolic these two back-to-back dreams were. They felt exactly like the show's actual dream sequences unsettling, deeply psychological, and full of hidden meanings. I’m looking for some insight or interpretations, especially from people who understand the show's symbolism.

Here is exactly what happened, in full detail:

Dream 1:

I was in what looked like a massive mansion. I didn't really wander around the whole place, but the atmosphere was defined by this cozy, warm orange lighting, almost like it was lit entirely by candles. Even with that lighting, my vision was incredibly sharp; I could see every single detail perfectly.

Apparently, some people had died in this place, and I was trying to investigate and find out what had happened to them. It was me, Tony Soprano, and a few other random people I didn't recognize. I seemed to be the only person in the entire group who actually cared about finding the truth and uncovering what happened to these dead people, so the rest of them just tagged along with me on the investigation.

We wandered around the mansion for a long time but found absolutely nothing. Then, I remembered seeing these huge wooden boxes as big as a human body. I realized we could pry them open, so I told myself, "You could open that with a crowbar or something." I ran off looking for a tool everywhere, and instead of a crowbar, I found a massive hammer (like a mallet).

Everyone followed me back to the boxes. Tony took the hammer and tried to break one of the boxes open, but he couldn't do it. He stopped, looked at me, and said, "You can't break that with a hammer," and then he just went and sat down somewhere, giving up.

I stepped up and gave it a try myself. Surprisingly, I smashed right through it. Everyone there was shocked. Looking at them, I said, "Maybe because I actually care about these dead people, that's why I was able to break it."

I kept breaking the box apart until I saw a dead body inside, wrapped up in something. When Tony saw it, he muttered, "...A body." I turned to him and said, "We have to tell them about this body, so you have to hurry up and move yours out of here." Somehow, even though I didn't see his face, I just knew that Ralph Cifaretto (A character from the sopranos) was one of the dead bodies inside the other boxes I was referring to. I left that broken box where it was, and all of us started helping Tony frantically move his other bodies out of that room. And that was the end of the first dream.

Dream 2:

In the second dream, my dad did something to my phone he scratched it up badly and shattered the back glass a little. I grabbed the broken phone and started heading down the stairs of our apartment building. When I looked closely at the cracks and scratches, I just lost it. I yelled out in pure anger and started swearing heavily.

There were some guys with their families further up the building, and they shouted down at me, "HEY, STOP IT!" I walked out of the building, and they all followed me outside. Feeling cornered, I backed down a bit and told them, "It was a mistake, I didn't mean it," and started to walk away. But they all began yelling, mocking me, and dripping with sarcasm before they finally left.

Next, the scene shifted. I was waiting for my dad to get out of his parking spot with his car. It was nighttime, but then, in that weird dream way, it instantly became daytime. I watched my dad hit another car in the parking lot going backwards while trying to pull out of his spot. Instead of getting involved, I looked away and focused on a completely different area.

Far away from my dad, I saw a guy standing at the back of his own car. His trunk was open. Suddenly, the trunk door somehow hooked him and pulled him straight up into the air. The car started rolling backward and completely flipped over. The car crashed down on top of the guy, pinning him underneath. He was trapped, and his body started shaking and convulsing violently, exactly like people do right before they die, like he was having a stroke.

Then, the car mysteriously moved off of him, and the guy actually got up and stood on his feet. Right at that moment, a girl walked up to him and started questioning him about what happened in this intense, journalistic way. The entire vibe of this scene was a direct, shot-for-shot lift from Phil Leotardo's scene in The Test Dream (where Tony B shoots him, Gloria Trillo questions him as a reporter, and Tony tells him "you're already dead") which is a scene from the sopranos.

It was exactly like that. The guy looked at the girl and, with total chilling indifference, just said "I just ran out of breath." And right then, I woke up.

Any thoughts on what these could mean?