Does anyone know what tears of blood represent in a dream? Read on if you need the details. I’ve looked up www.dreammoods.com, but it did not really answer my questions.

I keep having this dream, it is symbolic, no story just images. I’ve had it every night this week. I see tears of blood running down the faces of two different characters from some stories I’m working on. I know why one cries tears of blood, but not the other. So I will share the other.

She is in a forest, a forest so beautiful it could only exist in the realm of dreams. She stands in that forest wearing black leather and lace, braided blue hair done in pigtails. She is staring at me. Her blue hair and eyes seem to look into my soul, and then I notice on her pale white snowy face, tears of blood, making two lines on either side of her face.

Then I see myself in the same pose as her, staring at myself, I see the same pale skin tone and the same tears of blood.

Then I see a mask, like seems to say kabuki, it is white and red tears flow from the eyes, slowly dripping down into the black space below.

Now I had this dream I described and another one tonight.

In the next dream I had decided to go out with a friend, even though we were both needed to save cash. We go out, and run into some rough people. I can feel their presence, but my friend never pickup on it or worries about it. I had this seven times tonight. Seven different occurrences, we are always attacked, The first three I was too week to do anything and am beat to a bloody pulp. Each of the last four, I’m more successful. The last two I save my friend. In the very last one I make my friend roll, cover their body, and am shot seven times from a fourteen shot hand gun. Somehow the bullets stay inside me, and don’t harm my friend. I tell my friend to let my family know I love them, and then I pass out. I awake later in the hospital, a person I know only passingly filling me in on what has happened. The visitor lets me know that my friend is ok, and that I saved their life. She lets me know how lucky I was to live after all those gunshots. That somehow those shots did not kill me did not leave me permanently damaged. She lets me know my family is ok, that they are coming to see me that my parents might even fly down. This passing friend then holds my hand and stays with me till I finally wake up.