hello im new and figured i really wanted some outside perspective on some of my wierd dreams

I would say for the past year or so, I have 2-6 extremely intense dreams a night. The kind that makes you wake up completely disoriented and wonder... wait... i was sleeping?

Its been about 2 major dreams a night, here was last nights:

I recieved a huge package at my doorstep. It was a coffin, but I recieved it in a sense of calmness. I was told to take care of the mutated body inside which was basically like playdough smushed into every corner of the coffin. i never really made out who it was, but i took care of it very tenderly, and my kid (i have no kids in real life) asked me what i was doing, and i explained it in a wayy tht surprisingly didnt freak him out. The whole time i remember thinking about my mother (who is still living) and how i am worried for her. and that i love her. Once it came time for the funeral, when i went up to the casket, it was no longer mutated playdough guy, it was my mother.

Dream 2:
I was in a wierd trip, like a field trip for adults to the beach. Me and my gay friend ( dont no if that fact means anything) were so excited to lay in the sand and drink margaritas (something we did often in real life, but no longer) it was gray and gloomy all day, but i liked it. I said i would meet him later, and proceeded into this womens restroom. It was disgusting, and in the dream, hours had gone by and i didnt find a restroom clean enough to use. but yet, i saw women through out my life, like friends, cousins, acquaintances, using restrooms likes it was no big deal. there were toilets without seats, waste on the floor, no toilet paper in sight, missing doors, men walking in and out.. my mother showed up, and told me to go use the bathroom in her store on the boardwalk. i went in, and all of these kids were making margaritas along with a family member i have been missing but havent seen in over a decade. i didnt even think anything of it. my dog laid down on a towel sitting on the floor and fell asleep. i helped making margaritas with those kids, and all the time worried for my friend who had been waiting on me. Sarah jessica parker shows up, and is my decoy to get out of there when she starts flirting with one of the kids who grew into a man out of nowhere. outside, it is pouring rain. i open the door to let my dog sit on the porch since she loves rain, and she just takes off. i walk, almost run towards her, and never catch up. her leash is in the middle of the road and i start jingling it, thinking shed come but runs faster. i feel my hear beating out of my chest, terrified something is sure to happen to her. i run after her screaming her name, rain pouring and it seems as if im the only person soaking wet. out of no where, a young, ghetto kid gets in my face, screaming at me. somehow i knew it was my dog as a person, and they say "im tired of the restraint! of these chains! i need more freedom, i love you, but you hold me to close, im not just a dog!" and off he goes. and i just stand and watch. i walk back to the store defeated, the only thing on my mind is trying to cover the hole now that my dog left, and that all day i just wanted to lay on the beach and drink margaritas. im in the store for a few minutes, and my dog comes running in, slobbery, happy, soaking wet, covered in ticks and in need of my help, she rolls onto her back on my feet, completely helpless

than i wake up!
thanks to anyone who took the time to read this. im starting to feel like i need to see a therapist, because abandonment and death are very reoccuring

When I think of playdough, I think of a colorful pasty substance that can be manipulated into shapes. What you think of it could help you determine what the dream was saying. If it were my dream, I would take it to mean that I have to mold and shape my life into something more colorful and calming in such a way that would help me prepare for the death of a loved one (or a more metaphorical death, such as the end of a phase of life).

I often have dreams were I'm desperately looking for a workable bathroom and everywhere I do, there's no privacy, or the plumbing is not complete. I think this is common, especially when you really have to go but arent' ready to wake up yet.

Have people ever accused you of being possessive or controlling? This could explain the part of your dog becoming human and wanting off his leash.

I think you are right. The bit about my dog was the most intense to me, strangely. And lately, my husband has been telling me to let go of things and stop trying to control everything so much.

thanks for the help