For the past year I have had three dreams always on the early morning of a number 3 day like 3rd 12th 21st or 30th.

In the first dream I am at the party of my friend's engagement surrounded by her tamil friends after the topic about Sri Lanka and how there are problems still to be solved there.  They call me to dance to music at first I am in the centre dancing and the rest of them are all around me holding hands.  Then I hear indian drums beating I change to dance like Lord Shiva with both hands showing the peace mudra and the drumming intensifies suddenly I realise who I am and there is an om sound resonating in the background and I see myself glow with yellow light.  Suddenly my right arm lifts up and my hand forms the mudra for the discus, I could hear the sound of the discus but could not see it and I feel myself rising from the ground, the background of the dream was a warm red with flashes of thunder and then I doubt who I am not believing it.  I realise it is a dream and wake up.
I remember listening to the om chant on the youtube at the day time.

In the second dream, I am in a house but to me it felt like it was my house surrounded by my family, there is a stranger who comes into the room where we were in with a knife to kill me.  Suddenly without realising it my right arm rises up and my hand form the mudra for the discus.  This time I see the discus swirling around my little finger and the shocked stranger flees away in fear.  I float up to the ceiling and nearly hit it with my head, a priest comes into the room with a deepam to worship me but I say I do not want to be worshipped because I do not believe who I am so I float past him.  I see that I can start to use this god-like power to help my family who are suffering so I change everything for them but then I realise I am using this power selfishly for my family's wellbeing that I begin to realise that this is a dream and I wake up.

In the third dream, I am in my house with a tradtional hindu indian family, there is a grandmother sitting on the left side of the room and some aunties sitting on the right side and they are just gossiping.  I am playing with a gopi friend he must be around 10 years old.  As I play he sits on my legs and I realise slowly that I am begining to float slightly up and because of his weight I come back to the ground, the grandma looks at me with joy but does not tell me what is happening to me.  I stop playing and go next to grandma and ask her who am I, then I say I krishna.  At first I thought this is very wrong to say but then the aunties grasp in horror at what I as a 10 year old said.  The grandma tries to explain is a secret she hid from everyone.  I move from the house and I meet a friend I do not recognise he is wearing a red traditional indian clothing and with his finacee whom I recognise as a friend.  I see in the sky that I am being pursued by the airforce plane whom I think are going to arrest me and do tests on me, so I ran to hide with these two friends and this time I am floating quite high up and trying to come back down safely.
The plane get near and lands fearing for my safety I pick up the plane with my bare hands and topple it, some soldiers come out and I hear them say why did you do this.  I quickily get around the corner and stand with my friends in front of us there are some soldiers ready to fire bullets.
To protect myself again my arm automatically raises up and this time the bullets that are shot comes and swirls around my little finger.  I realise that this is a dream because I became egotistical and used power selfishly that I woke up.
All these dreams started after the dream where I am in a hall of krishna worshippers chanting in front of the picture of child krishna with his family.  I am with my sick sister who is may not live and I am asking krishna to save her.  There is a vision where the child krishna in the picture says to me that how can he save everyone when his duty is to look after everyone.  I am angry at what he says and leave the hall, because my sick sister dies.  I walk down the mountain steps and there is a hurt gopi who needs water.  So I carry him down to a river and give some water to him, he smiles and disappears in front of my eyes, I realise this must be krishna, and wake up surprised.
None of the people in the dream were people I knew but when I watched a wedding DVD of my childhood friend as the bride with her husband from Australia I could not believe that the bridegroom was the friend wearing the red traditional indian clothing in the third dream.

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The first dream could maybe just represent a personal connection to Krishna

The second dream maybe represents taking comfort in Krishna ( represented by protecting from the killer, protecting you from danger ). Not believing your are Krishna might just represent your own humility?

I think the third dream maybe represents humility also. Maybe in waking life you would not use power selfishly, and so this is why the dream plays out the way it does, to show you this

The fourth dream I wasn't so sure about, although seeing the gopi as the Krishna perhaps means that something about how you view a gopi represents how you view krishna? Maybe innocence, humility, whatever you might associate with a gopi, maybe this is what you believe should embody a follower of Krishna?

Thank you that really helps me understand the dreams, but what I can not believe is remembering my friend's finacee from the dream only after seeing him from the DVD where I have never met or seen before.  That is the only thing which is odd.

I am in my room sitting next to a lady watching TV.  My room appears to be like a school with school tables and chairs.  I am telling the lady that I am not allowed to talk, read, write or listen anything about the situations in Sri Lanka without being labelled as supporting Tamil Tigers.  When I finsih saying that some soldiers burst into my room in London and knock on the neighbour's wall and they take me to my downstairs room (looks like the room in Nigeria of my childhood). I see a woman by the door, she was holding a two spoked discus in her hand and told me it makes a om sound when it is on her hand and that the other discus is with the man.  I say to her I already had dreams of holding the discus in my hand. She says she had only seen it with the man.  He wore traditional Indian clothes from the past.  She opens the cupboard in front of me and places the a gold discus on my tiny finger and I am amazed to see it spin with the om sound, she says only possible with dharma.  I can see that I hold the discus up in the air and a light from heaven shine on it, I wake up too excited.  I could not sleep but I heard a voice say calm down and go to sleep. So I went to sleep.