What are chemical weapon dreams about?

Hey reddit weirdest thing has happened I was trying to fall asleep like 1.50 am and I did I guess when I was sleeping I saw a dream about political protest but it was kinda fricked up I had a sound in my head I cannot explain It wasn't a person talking It was more like broken radio or something like that anyway in protest everything went wrong they started to pepper spray us sound grew strong and I am sure I was in somewhere like space there was a intelegenct life form we spoke for a little while while we are speaking I felt like some information is uploading to my head seriously guys I am not kidding last thing I said to this intelligent life form was why is this happening right now it didn't answer and I wake up I said to myself Its just a dream after that I try to sleep again but I was feeling like someone is watching me I am so scared what the hell was that
PS: I wasn't high or drunk

He y reddit weirdest thing has happened I was trying to fall asleep like 1.50 am and I did I guess when I was sleeping I saw a dream about political protest but it was kinda fricked up I had a sound in my head I cannot explain It wasn't a person talking It was more like broken radio or something like that anyway in protest everything went wrong they started to pepper spray us sound grew strong and I am sure I was in somewhere like space there was a intelegenct life form we spoke for a little while while we are speaking I felt like some information is uploading to my head seriously guys I am not kidding last thing I said to this intelligent life form was why is this happening right now it didn't answer and I wake up I said to myself Its just a dream after that I try to sleep again but I was feeling like someone is watching me I am so scared what the heck was that
PS: I wasn't high or drunk

I had an extremely scary yet completely inexplicable nightmare last night. I dreamt I was in some elaborate yet strangely empty room covered in marble or porcelain with one window on a far wall that was open slightly and letting in a blinding golden light. The sounds are what was truly terrifying: wailing sirens, shattering glass, and what I interpreted as gunfire was totally deafening. After a moment I also heard a high pitched hissing and saw what I identified as tear gas flowing through the window. I felt certain that police were about to enter through the window, not regular police but the heavily armed and armored masked men you might see in Rainbow Six or Counterstrike. Somehow I knew there was a hidden crawl space in the wall of the room and I started dragging myself as fast as I could on my hands and knees through a dark wood paneled tunnel I barely fit in. I felt there was a safe room at the end I could hide in, yet I also felt I wasn’t hiding specifically from the police but from a battle that was about to happen between them and some unknown entity. I have no idea what they were fighting now but I remember the notion of it filled me with mortal terror. During this entire time the sounds I mentioned were blaring at a volume that was almost sickening and they are what I remembered most distinctly upon waking up.

I realized when I woke that I had fallen asleep with a podcast on autoplay and, since I often listen to crime or military themed podcasts, I thought the scary audio must have come from that. But scrubbing through and relistening I heard nothing but the two hosts talking in calm tones of voice.

This was the scariest dream I’ve had in years yet thinking about it I have no real idea why it scared me so much. I wish I could understand and interpret why I dreamt this and why it left me with such a feeling of dread.

For context, I (21F) work as an aide on a school bus. I am in a small metro area but politically speaking, the area is very conservative. There is this guy in my city who is notorious for harassing and threatening random people with firearms for no reason in public. He has harassed me personally numerous times, as well as threatened me before with guns. He’s also a big fan of Trump and is a known member of QAnon. The guy is at least in his 50s if not older and is clearly mentally ill and possibly on meth too. About a decade ago, he dressed up as Superman and would hang out on a street corner in front of a Dairy Queen, but around 2016 he stopped dressing up as Superman. Then he switched to dressing up in full Trump gear and harassing people left and right. Because of his behaviour, everyone I know now calls him “Super Douche”. This is important.

In the dream, I am working as normal with the bus driver I normally am with. We are heading to one of the local high schools in my city (1 of 15 high schools total) to pick up students in the afternoon. The drive is going as normal at first until we get to a stoplight in the center of our city, that intersects with a major state highway.

When the stoplight turns green, both the bus driver and I notice there’s a vehicle following the bus. But it’s not your average vehicle. It’s Super Douche. His vehicle can be seen a mile away with the 20 flags hanging off it. The bus driver alerts our people at Base (the office personnel at the bus company) and tells them what’s going on.

Not two seconds later, Super Douche pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the bus. I pull the bus driver down toward the floor and grab the radio out of his hand while telling him to crawl under the seats away from doors so Super Douche can’t see him. I alert Base with “SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! I REPEAT SHOTS FIRED AT [highway number] and [street name]. NO STUDENTS ON BOARD!”

I get down next to the bus driver who’s only 4 years older than me. Mind you, the bus driver is also my boyfriend. He’s shaking and sobbing, terrified that he’s going to die. I pull him into a hug because I don’t know what else to do. I still have the radio in my hand, stretched as far as possible without damaging it or disconnecting.

I hear the glass door shattering, and I silence my boyfriend by having him bite down on my collar bone. I whisper to him to play dead so we don’t get shot. I do the same, as we hear footsteps coming toward us.

A hand grabs my leg and pulls. I scream. The dream ends.

Does anyone know what this dream could mean? I have a feeling it’s a warning of some type but it’s terrifying because it could actually happen in real life.

I’m thinking that the dream I’m having is trying to warn me about Super Douche as he’s been getting increasingly violent toward people in general and likes to threaten random people with guns. He gets in trouble with law enforcement constantly, and even shot at a gay couple who were minding their own business last week. Dude is also a chomo as well, so he really isn’t liked in my city. He’s a danger to society and I don’t know how he isn’t locked up but he should be.

All I know is if Super Douche touches me or anyone I know, I will personally unalive him myself and put his head on a stake right next to a sign that says “F*** around and find out”. I will do this shamelessly and will carry no remorse if he does try to put his hands on me or anybody I know. I carry military grade pepper spray and a taser with me everywhere I go, as well as a scream whistle. I want to get a hatchet and meat cleaver too, just for self defense purposes.

I had a dream I was in a city (set in the UK), and there was some protest going on. I was trying to prevent it from turning violent all by myself.
I stopped a guy from throwing another guy through a window to Wilko's, but then I went up into this elevated public area and there was a guy there in riot gear and he made us all start running back downstairs as he threw a bunch of riot grenades (flashbangs, smoke grenades, nerve gas that everyone was screaming would give them a stroke) down the stairs after us so we would run faster. He seemed really happy and was laughing at us.
All the grenades gathered at the bottom of the stairs and we all tried to leap over them, praying they wouldn't set off until we got over them. I got flashed with a strobe light from a flashbang but was luckily otherwise fine, but when I got out of the danger zone I looked back to see an explosion, so there must have been a real grenade mixed in with the riot grenades to kill the people trapped in the stairs.

After that, I hung out with a homeless woman for a bit and sort of learned how she lived in the area. After spending some time with her I said I had to go but I'd visit her and she smiled sadly and said "I could die in that time" and it was extremely sad. That's all I remember.