"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 3 (Fear vs. Faith)

I've been having violent dreams recently, I can't explain why but there is a common thread in that it involves a conflict with religion or faith. In the first which I had about a week and a half ago I dreamt I was trapped in a sky rise controlled by a cult. The cult leader would quiz us imprisoned on the religion itself, and those us of who could not answer the questions correctly or angered him through one reason or another would be shot on the spot. Upon reaching me, I couldn't answer the question but before I was shot someone else rose and spoke out of turn, resulting in his subsequent termination and my brief reprieve. I didn't get to the end of that one.

The other dream was far more grizzly and disturbing, it involved a man driving around in his car, testing pedestrians on Christian subject matters, those he deemed in league with the church would be spared, those who did not were shot dead. When he encountered me I managed to escape, however he tracked me to my house where I had to (in my own defense) kill him with a knife rather brutally. What strikes me even beyond that was the vividness of it, I remember after he was dead, I was speaking with my mother, she was saying that though I saved myself I must now face the judgement of law. I told her "no, this is a dream, this is not really happening", she said "well, maybe, or maybe not, you'll have to find out."

I do not know what they mean, but I do not feel comfortable with them.

"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 2

Few nights ago I had a dream where me and my brothers were waiting to cross the train tracks in our car, there were two railways and on one there was a train stalled, obscuring the view of the other railway. The other cars in their impatience crossed the railway and we watched as one of them was hit by another train. That car exploded and a crowd gathered around the car as a woman pulled out from it the burned and semi-skeletal corpse of the person inside of it. The person was not dead yet, the corpse was still breathing so everyone watched him die, but it was contemplative and gradual, not like normal death. The corpse just curled into the fetal position slowly as if it was birth reversed, and that was it.