Dreams witch

We were battling against a witch and we were trying to get my brother and sister out of the spell they were trapped in

It started off as a hangout with my close friends, but one kept getting trapped by a demon until it finally picked my friend. I ended up falling in love with the demon after he knew i believed in witchcraft and I practice it

I dreamed I told my pastor and his son I no longer wanted to do a ministry program because they always do it last minute. I also said that when his son yelled at my mom that negatively impacted my family and I began to cry. Then the pastors son started to cry. Soon after I felt triumphant and my youth pastor drove me and two others to a store. We went to get a watermelon. The scene switched and now I was walking waiting to be picked up to go to the beach. But there was a severe sand storm. I finally arrived at a theme park and I was doing a tour. Some people freaked out because there was a huge spider and someone stepped on it.

This morning before I woke up I had a dream that a big fluffy Monarch Butterfly landed on my finger and I watched it, it was so pretty.. then it started flying off and came back and landed on my forehead @ my hairline.. then it got stuck in my hair and I was trying to gently nudge it out but it was stuck. There were a bunch of people standing around watching, but nobody would help me get the butterfly out! So I had to gently try to guide him out of my hair and I accidentally pulled his wings off and the body was dead but twitching and tangled up in my hair. I was so upset and nobody would help me get the dead butterfly out of my hair… then wings just melted into my hands

I have had the same type of dream since I was young. It starts with me waking up, in a bed that's not mine but still familiar. A man, his face obstructed, sleeps next to me. He is warm, I feel safe near him. He wakes up and suddenly I remember why we must hide our love. It's always a different reason. But the danger remains. I try to convince him to leave, I tell him I'm not worth his death. He dismisses my fears. However soon, another man, this one dark and cold kills my love in front of me. He offers me a choice, love me or die. I would rather die than be with him. He always kills me in a horrible and painful fashion. My death always has different excuse; witch, traitor, whore. I wake up feeling my wounds.