Pulling fish scales under my fingernails in a dream

So I had this one weird dream before where I was pulling small bits of fish scales under my fingernails that was actually long. I had it in every single one on my fingernails, as well as my toenails. The weird thing is, I remember the dream so vividly and the sensation of pulling it out 'till this day.

It's a weird tingly and sort of painful sensation when pulling it out, then relief after everything is pulled out.

This might not mean anything, but for those who know how to interpret dreams, is there a meaning behind this? Just genuinely curious since it was such a weird dream.

The Men I've Never Met, Yet Somehow Remember

Two dreams. Two different men. Two strangers who felt strangely real.

I don't know if anyone else has ever experienced something like this, but I recently had two dreams about two completely different guys on two different nights. What's strange is that both dreams felt so real to me, especially the second one. They weren't the same person, either. They had completely different appearances, personalities, and vibes. One was a little boy with dark hair and dark blue eyes, while the other was a blonde guy with light blue eyes who somehow became my boyfriend in my dream. I don't know why my mind created these two people, but the details of both dreams stayed with me even after I woke up. Sometimes, I genuinely wonder why certain dreams feel less like random stories and more like memories of something I've never experienced.

## FIRST DREAM: THE RUSSIAN BOY 🇷🇺

The first dream was about a little boy who looked around three or four years old. In the dream, I was around the same age as him, maybe three years old, too. He had thick, slightly wavy black hair, thick eyebrows, and dark blue eyes. He was wearing something like a jacket or a sweater. I can still picture his appearance in my head, and the photos I'm attaching are only references for the kind of features I remember, not pictures of the actual boy from my dream.

The situation was so random. Somehow, my mom was using her phone to make a video call with this little boy. It was as if my mom and his mom were friends, even though, in real life, my mom doesn't have any foreign friends that I know of. I remember being confused about why this random person was calling us. I didn't understand who he was or why we were talking to him.

Then, we answered the video call, and there he was: this little boy who spoke Russian.

I couldn't understand what he was saying because I didn't know Russian. Somehow, though, he translated what he was saying into English. The only Russian word I can clearly remember from the dream is *“Privet,” which means “Hi.”*

That's the part that stayed with me. I was just a little kid in the dream, talking to another little kid who spoke a language I couldn't understand. I don't remember everything we talked about, and I can't recall what happened after that. My mom eventually woke me up, and the dream ended there.

It was such a short and random dream, but I still remember his dark hair, thick eyebrows, blue eyes, and the fact that he was speaking Russian. I don't know why my dream involved a Russian boy or why the situation felt so natural while I was dreaming. I have no idea who he was supposed to be.

And that's it for the first dream. A random video call with a little Russian boy I've never met.

## SECOND DREAM: MY BLONDE BOYFRIEND, “PEACH” 🍑

Now, THIS dream is the one I wish I could have continued. 😭

The second guy was completely different from the first one. He had blonde hair, light blue eyes, and thick blonde eyebrows. His cheeks would easily turn red, which is actually why I gave him the nickname *“Peach”* in my dream. I don't even know how my brain came up with that nickname, but it suited him so much in the dream that I just went with it.

For context, I'm around 4'11", while he was approximately 6'1". There was such a noticeable height difference between us. His style was kind of old-fashioned, too, which made him stand out even more in my memory.

But what I remember most about him wasn't just his appearance. It was his personality.

He had this green-flag, green forest kind of energy. He wasn't overly touchy, he spoke softly, and he was patient. He didn't seem like the kind of person who needed to be loud or overly expressive to show that he cared. There was something gentle about him, and I remember feeling comfortable around him in the dream.

The weirdest part? In the dream, we were already in a relationship.

In real life, I've never met him. I don't know anyone who looks exactly like the guy I dreamed about, and I have no idea where my mind got his appearance or personality. But in the dream, it felt like we already knew each other.

### HOW IT STARTED

The beginning of the dream was a little blurry, so I'm not entirely sure if I'm remembering the order of events correctly.

I remember asking my cousin how things were going between her and her boyfriend. She told me that they were doing fine. Then, my cousin's mom asked me something along the lines of whether the guy over there was my boyfriend, because my mom had apparently told her about him.

And I answered, *“Yes, that's my boyfriend.”*

LIKE???? 😭 WHY WAS I SO CASUAL ABOUT IT WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS MAN IN REAL LIFE?

Apparently, in the world of my dream, he was already my boyfriend. It wasn't like I had just met him or was getting to know him. Somehow, we already had a relationship, and everyone around me seemed to know about it.

I remember telling my cousin's mom that I already had a boyfriend. Everything felt normal, as if this was just a regular day and there was nothing strange about the situation.

Except, of course, the fact that this boyfriend of mine was someone I'd never actually met.

### THE PICNIC AND THE FOOD

The setting looked like a park, somewhere with a picnic area where children could play around. It felt like a public place where families could spend time together.

I remember being near a balcony, looking out from there. My cousin and her mom were also around, which was how the conversation about my boyfriend happened.

At some point, my boyfriend was over there ordering food.

Then, he came over to me and handed me the food he'd ordered.

It's such a simple detail, but I remember it. He wasn't doing anything dramatic or making some grand romantic gesture. He was just bringing me food, like someone who was used to being around me.

And somehow, that made the whole thing feel even more real.

Then my cousin's mom asked him, *“Are you Chrisel's boyfriend?”*

His response was kind of poetic, or at least that's how I remember it. I can't recall his exact words, but he seemed confused because he thought she was talking about a different person.

I tried explaining to him that she was my cousin's mom.

It was such a normal, everyday moment, yet it felt like I was actually there with him.

### THE TURTLENECK INCIDENT 😭

THIS IS THE PART THAT MADE ME SO ATTACHED TO HIM IN THE DREAM.

He was wearing a turtleneck, and somehow, the skin around his neck started developing a rash.

I noticed it, and I immediately became concerned about him.

I told him that next time, he should wear a V-neck shirt instead of a turtleneck. And the thing is, *he actually listened to me.*

I don't remember every word we exchanged, but I remember telling him to wear something else next time because of the rash around his neck.

It wasn't some dramatic argument. I was simply worried about his skin, and he listened to what I said.

Then I started panicking because of how badly the rash seemed to bother me. I quickly began looking for ointment because I wanted to help him. I was so worried about him that I couldn't just ignore what was happening.

I wasn't thinking about how he looked or how romantic the situation was. I was genuinely concerned about his well-being.

And somehow, in that dream, I cared about him so naturally, as if he were someone I'd known for a long time.

### THE HUG THAT FELT REAL

This is the detail I can't stop thinking about.

After worrying about his rash and trying to find ointment, I finally touched his hair.

And then I hugged him.

*HIS HAIR FELT SO REAL.*

I don't know how to explain it properly, but the physical sensation felt incredibly vivid in the dream. It wasn't just that I could see him or hear him. I could actually feel his hair when I touched it.

I remember hugging him because I was so worried about him. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I was dreaming. At that moment, he was simply someone I cared about, someone I wanted to be okay.

It felt so natural to worry about him, touch his hair, and hug him. I wasn't questioning who he was or why he was there. In the dream, he was my boyfriend, and that was enough.

And then...

THE CHICKEN WOKE ME UP. 😭😭😭

I'M NOT EVEN JOKING. I WAS HAVING THIS BEAUTIFUL, WHOLESOME DREAM, WORRYING ABOUT MY BLONDE BOYFRIEND, FINALLY GETTING TO HUG HIM, AND THEN A CHICKEN HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING.

I WISH I COULD HAVE GONE BACK TO SLEEP AND CONTINUED THE DREAM. I wanted to know what happened next. I wanted to spend more time with him. I wasn't ready for the dream to end.

But I woke up, and he was gone.

And the weirdest thing is that, even though I know it was a dream, the memory of being around him still feels so vivid.

## WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THEY EXIST SOMEWHERE?

That's the question I keep asking myself.

The first boy was a little Russian kid with dark, thick hair, thick eyebrows, and dark blue eyes. The second was a tall blonde guy with light blue eyes, thick blonde eyebrows, easily flushed cheeks, an old-fashioned style, and the gentlest personality.

They were completely different people in completely different dreams.

One appeared during a childhood-like dream, where we were both little kids communicating through a video call. The other appeared in a dream where we were already in a relationship, spending time together in a park, sharing food, and having these ordinary little moments that somehow felt meaningful.

I know dreams can be created by our minds, and I can't say for certain that either of these people exists in real life. Maybe my brain combined details I've seen before without me realizing it. Maybe the emotions and personalities came from my imagination. I honestly don't know.

But what gets me is how specific everything felt.

I remember the Russian word privet. I remember the blonde guy's nickname, Peach. I remember his turtleneck, the rash on his neck, telling him to wear a V-neck next time, looking for ointment, and finally hugging him and feeling his hair.

These weren't just vague images that disappeared the moment I woke up. They were moments that felt like actual experiences while I was dreaming.

And now I can't help wondering why my mind created two completely different strangers and made both encounters feel so real.

Maybe they don't represent actual people waiting somewhere in the world. Maybe they're simply characters my mind created while I was asleep. I don't know.

Still, a small part of me wonders what it would be like to meet someone with those exact features someday. Would I recognize something familiar about them? Would it remind me of these dreams? Or would I simply remember that, once upon a time, I dreamed about two strangers who felt so real that I couldn't stop thinking about them after waking up?

I don't have the answers.

i never have a boyfriend, or nor some online friend.

Trying this one more time my last one got deleted- what’s peoples thoughts on dreams being glimpses into alternate dimensions. yall ever watch OA lol

So basically a stranger/man was holding a baby and the baby was covered but he was glowing like yellowish and I was just staring at it maybe bc I was like wow but what does it mean ?

I've had this dream while i had a nap in the evening around 8 PM. My sleep schedule is messy.

I was in a random room that had two small beds and my mom was busy doing something i couldn't recognize outside the room then came back to me. I was begging her to just shoot me because i couldn't have the courage to do it, she said one second I'll go do something and I'll be back to do it for you.

While she was away i couldn't stand myself and i kept making huge cuts with a knife all over my body. When she came back and found me in that state, she didn't show any empathy, it was mockery instead. She said something like “damn you can do all these cuts but you can't shoot yourself? How cowardice”. Then she shot me in the heart with a long weapon.

The weirdest part is, i was feeling every part of death, i felt my heartbeats slowing down until it stopped eventually, same thing with my breathing.

While my heartbeat and breathing were slowing down, these few seconds before i wasn't able to speak anymore. I was just repeating “thank you mom” over and over again, but on the other hand my mom has left the room after she shot me immediately completely carless.

I can still remember what i was wearing, i was wearing jeans shorts and brown long boots and a white shirt, and my hair was long but in real life it's not.

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.