Dreams liar

Call me crazy but, I dreamed of a unfamiliar man with a pale face, black leather jacket, and black boots standing by my bed. (everything went dark suddenly)I started hearing this eerie (not necessarily ghostly) but like a strange ringing.( it got louder and intense) In the moment, I felt my body facing the opposite direction of my bed.I suddenly heard a metal clang combined with a window breaking as if something was messing around in my room.( I don’t have any heavy metal objects) I didn’t want to open my eyes and I felt my own body take one deep breathe. Suddenly I woke up around 3:33 am and everything was normal.Im not making this up, what was that ringing? Who was that man?Metal clang?

I walk to this back room that feels and looks familiar but isnt anywhere i have ever been beforem to go to bed and there is this large bed that is a bit messy. i go to pick up the blanket in the floor between the bed and the wall even though there is a blanket already on the bed. there are 4 rats 3 black one white with only 5 bright red eyes not 6 one of the black rats is packing off something soft while one of the other black rats gaurded uhis path all the while athe white rat comes out and stares me down.

I was in a car with my wife approaching a highway in the dark and I had to choose to go left or right. I chose Right Lane. The city seemed familiar so I felt like i had made the correct choice. Next thing i knew we were no longer on a road but in a muddy grass area that I had to push the car over a hill and onto the road. I remember thinking "How did i have the strength to push the car on my own?" Next i went to this house and asked for directions and help. There seemed to be a lot of dogs and they were crowding my feet and impeding my walk but not really attacking me. Several of them held my first two fingers of each hand in their mouth. Not biting me but restricting me. The next thing I knew I saw a lady and knew who she was. The thing is I only saw her head above my head in the air. Her name was Mary Maiden. I said I know who you are! You are sweet Mary the wife of Pastor Michael . She smiled and was glad I recognized her. I asked if Micahel was home as I was looking for directions to the highway. She said no but pointed me in a direction. Then Michael came home from being gone and she said oh wait Michael is here and told him I was looking for some Directions. He said something and smiled but I didn't feel he really engaged me. He might have given me some directions. I said to Mary "can you help me with these dogs? " She called them off and I helped push them off and ran to the car and drove off. Smiling I remember telling my wife, "Hey I knew that guy." What a small world. Then i drove off. I got on A road that was lit with street lights. End of dream.

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. It was with this that I realized he was a mechanic. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.