And then there was one where there was an evil humanoid spirit in my brother's bedroom but only I could see it and no one would believe me.

I guess that revealed one of my worst fears, having to face something terrifying alone because no one has the capability of doing it other than me.

Geeze, that's scary to even think of. Most of my dreams aren't even scary, only extremely weird.

Me: *doesn't have the nude-in-public dream or the stuck-in-one-place dream or the teeth-falling-out dream*
Brain: *gives me dreams that make no sense and gives me a dream one year before Camporee about dying during Camporee even though i'm excited for it, know what's happening, and don't have any fears of it*

Boy that was weird....it included me viewing my supposed "death" on the Main Stage and my coffin was...a green coolor with a white lid.

....

Uh....no.

Didn't help I wanted to play flag football in the dark when i don't even LIKE flag football. And that my club expanded by 20 some and half of them were elementary age kids (Pathfinders is 5th grade and above)

I'm not even confused about you seeing your supposed death. I'm only confused about a coffin that's green with a white lid.

... So am I xD
I want my coffin to be black. Like my soul.
Once I had a dream I was fighting a badger or smth as a cat, I was about to die, I woke up, went back to sleep and continued the dream except now I was out of the way of dying immediately.
And then there was a dream I was being chased by something and my friend and I were fighting it but we were going to die, then I screamed, "Wake up, friend's name!" And woke up.

Wait howd ya die?

*Cough cough* Sounds like Warriors to me *Cough cough*
I instantly thought of Warriors when you said badger and cat in the same sentence

Yea, it probably was lol

I wonder if I can influence my dreams by reading books? Hmmm.... Time to read 'Robinson Crusoe' a few times so I get stuck on a "deserted" island

So my club and I were at this international camp. How'd i know that? IDK. Anyways, it was night. Our co-director was takig na group to go play flag football at this open area near one of the clubs. My mom is like "no its late" and im like "i'll be fine." I turn to go but then she stops me and makes me get a jacket. I pass my friends (spoiler: they didnt go to the camporee irl) and ask if theyre going. They're like "later". Ok. I hurry after the group but they're too far ahead. Suddenly i have to go down a set of stair sthat look like theyre carved in rock or somethign (...but the camp wasn't anywhere near colorado, maybe from the first ever camp of that kind that WAS in colordao? Idk) anyways i get pushed to teh side, dies somehow in like a loset or something. Petrificus totalus. The codirector comes lookign for me (now it loooks like my church's janitor closet, but we dont have stairs to the right of it...) and then i see an overview of a map or something and lines showing where the group went looking for me (spiral, counterclockwise ffrom center) and a voiceover of the codirector and some kids goign "oh no oh no oh no oH nO OH NO OH NO" and then it goe sback to me in the closet and i see them pass but cant do anything.

And then the next mornign I see a green cooler with a white lid on the main stage, the whole camps there, and it's my funeral. But instead of the first person of the earlier dream sections, i'm in third person and walkign around freely, i got o my club and ask who died and theyre like "(my name) died last night" and i'm like wait, no one recognizes me.. and then i woke up and nt back to sleep and i wass in my church kitchen, i gget a plane ticket to camp, i get there (still same day same service somehow) and i'm like "i'm alive guys"


.......

And it felt. So. Real.
And thus i woke up at 5am to write about it in my journal.
Yipperdoodles.
I was scared silly for weeks.