Dreams weighing

I had a dream where my family and I were at a big fancy restaurant in a big hotel. It was supposed to be all happy and stuff, but then I started coughing up this clear plastic wrap kind of thing which was of a hard texture with sharp edges. Also I started coughing up red apples as well with the plastic. It was very weird. I blamed first a girl for practicing witchcraft on me, but then after that I blamed my mom and she became defenseless after that. I started going around looking for the rest of my relatives but it seemed like I was waging war against them - I was very angry at them. I felt like all of them schemed together against me. I was approaching my dad, Then all of a sudden I think like a soldier of God came out of nowhere and showed a balance/weighing scale and it was weighing both sides, and after a while, one side went down because it was heavier than the other. It revealed itself ( what it was ) and it said the name of God in arabic. I was wondering to myself in the dream, "could this be a good thing- does this mean I am going to heaven because it says "Allah"?" and the other side revealed itself to be the evil one, but i can't remember the name which it said. also after the image of the balance weighing scale dissappeared, there came up several other names also written in Arabic and then they dissappeared ( and with it was the inspiration that I wasn't one of those or associated with one of those ). Then I saw my uncle from my dad's side who tried attacking me with witchcraft or something but I used my leg to craftily divert the scheming.

When it started I was with I think my family, and maybe friends. We were in a bathroom or basement it was confusing. We were definitely hiding from bad guys, and I know they had weapons, and I think we did but I don’t remember. The bad guys broke in, and I was like “no thanks” so I somehow managed to run up the stairs behind them. Then all of a sudden I was in my car with my dad, driving on the road by my house. We were still running from the bad guys, and I asked him which way to turn. He yelled “ocean drive.” That’s for sure not a road but I turned left, like I was going to Grand Forks. In Go Karts they drive slow if there’s too much weight in them, and I distinctly remember having that feeling during this dream. We were driving on like a four lane interstate packed to the brim with traffic, and I was worried we were going to get caught because my dad was weighing the car down! I also remember telling my dad that it’d be nicer if we were on a motorcycle because then we could zip between all the other cars easier, since they’re smaller. We got to a place that was like a worship area for people who were members of ISIS, but a lot of people I talk to were there. I was almost like a journalist or undercover spy of sorts because we were trying to see what their plan was. When it got to be night I got Alyssa and told her they were going to find out so we had to go now. On our way out I stopped to talk to some other people I know and tell them we were leaving if they wanted to come with. They stayed. We got to the parking lot and I realized we didn’t have a vehicle. Alyssa had somehow snagged the keys to a very fancy, new, expensive looking white truck. We got in the truck and she said “See? This is perfect, because it can do this!” and she drove over like 8 curbs, that were steps down to the road. I remember feeling guilty and asking if this was alright. As we drove away, the owner of the truck came out of the building and was like “What the heck?!” I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to steal the truck, so I texted my mom and explained to her that we had stolen a truck but for a good reason. When we were driving someone else I know saw us and was very confused as to when we got this nice of a truck.

Weighing scale