What are enemy dreams about?

In the dream, it was shown that the Corona Virus was a chemical weapon created by North Korea, and for some reason they decided to invade Canada, and spread the virus there.

The dream was procceeded with Random weird stuff like, the Human Race went extinct. It was revealed that the Corona Virus Was actualy an Alien virus, and because of that the Aliens has arrived to Earth when the Human Race was extinct.

I dont know what happened next, but I remember then I found myself in my own appartment in the dream, I was appearently armed with a Shotgun and a Wood made Rocket Launcher, the way I shot others was hilarious; I said "Pew, pew!" out of my mouth and pretended to shoot and harm the enemy 'player' (Yes, it was a game like dream scenario).

I've then noticed that the Ground below our house is deformed slightly, only then after few seconds taking a look again to see that the ground in the street was divided into 2 (With a pit at the centre) and it seems to be getting bigger and bigger, I had a memory flashed in my head (That never happened actualy, It's dream only), that the neightboring Building house was immensely shaking from the unstable ground.

The dream ended at this point.

I found myself in an unspectacular room across a round table from a middle aged man. It feels like he's been my enemy for a long time. I don't know whats going on between us but we've encountered each other and had "battles" before. I get the feeling that its me or him. There is no chance of reconciliation. There is some kind of time honored antagonism between us and we are just standing there looking at each other from across the table.

Then out of nowhere I get this immense feeling of trust and familiarity for the man. The tension and antagonism is still 100% there but I realize that although he is my enemy, I know him extremely well. I know he wants to defeat me but I also know that he "plays by the rules", and won't pull any dirty tricks on me. He forever longs to defeat me, but he can be trusted absolutely to do it in an honorable way (if that makes any sense).

I run over to a closet and open it (knowing it will be empty) to show him that I know he doesn't have anyone waiting in there to ambush me. I run to the table and wave some food sitting there in the air before him indicating that I KNOW that he would never try and feed me poisoned food.

He was my worst enemy but he was also the most trustworthy person I had ever known, and I had an immense respect for him and even a feeling of affection.

Idk I know its weird but it felt intense and poignant and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week. It was a truly strange and emotional realization that I could "trust" this enemy to be a respectful enemy more than I could trust anything else. I have no idea what it meant.

I am a male, 29, Hispanic/Caribbean/Polish hybrid, currently recovering from chronic depression. I am a carpenter and aspiring writer. Strongly considering reentering the dating scene, currently single of course.

Basic context: in my dream I am some kind of mercenary or special agent who works with a small group of others. My ability is that I can become incorporal like a ghost and possess the bodies of others. Just as often I find myself rewiring and doing work in my own body.

The environment is all metal, like some kind of high tech research station or even a space station, though I cannot recall a specific detail concerning that. I work with my real life brother, a friend, and an older, statuesque woman who wears glasses. Together we are doing something important.

The meat of the issue: at some point as we are working, we are tasked with recovering a person of interest who is at risk. Our enemy is undefined, and the dream consistently implies that our enemy in general are not constant, depending largely on what we are doing.

We recover this person, a girl wearing a purple wig and wierd contact lenses who is some kind of online streamer. She has no idea what's going on but is relatively compliant when we go to get her, which is a good thing because our escape from her location is one of the very few moments in the dream where I can remember our team being shot at, and us having to just run for our lives.

We get away, have to keep her nearby until the job is done and the job continues. She can't really help us, but she's funny, a little weird, but charming. Eventually (long story short), we secure what we need to secure to end the job, and her safety is no longer at risk so we plan to take her back to where we found her soon.

We hit it off well in casual conversation and mutual interest, and so when we conclude that its safe to take her back, it occurs to me that I could ask her out. I decide to do so the next time I'm alone with her (my friends are great but theyr also assholes). I ask if she'd like to go out and see a movie or some such (I say it more awkwardly than I thought I would, even though I'm not really feeling anxiety) and she agrees.

I'm feeling alright, definitely up beat. I end up going to another room to work on a computer and tell.my friend who is there that I have a date after the job is done. He's happy, I'm happy, and then...

One of my fucking teeth becomes loose in my mouth. It feels really really real, and I reach in and touch it, finding it very loose in my gums. I push a little and it pops right out. Well fuck me, I have a gap tooth grin now. Definitely not something I'm trying to have with my first date in nearly a decade.

I try to put it back for a moment but stop a second later when I realise that isn't going to work, I need a dentist. My friend is basically in shock. Just as I'm going to leave to start doing something about this, I feel a pressure in my mouth and then a crack. SO REAL!!!!

I open my mouth and fund another, larger tooth has SHATTERED in my mouth, what the fuck?! I begin spitting tooth fragments out into my palms, but after a second I realize that the fragments are;

1. Too numerous.

2. Too thick

3. All blue and marbled like Turquise stone.

I open my mouth again and go to a mirror to look at the tooth and see that it, or at least what's left of it, is turquise, a cracked flattened bass of turquise stone. I keep spitting it out and even pull the rest of the base out of my mouth gingerly. My hands are almost FULL of broken shards of blue stone.

This makes me panic, and that panic wakes me up.

I would have dismissed this dream normally, but so much about it stuck with me and so much of it was SO vivid. I feel silly for asking honestly, but, does this mean something?

I am at some kind of darkly lit, red hued factory, located within like a village, or palace, something in which I seem to be in charge of and have some kind of monopoly over. The factory has these 3 sections, and I do not know what they do, but I knew it was very secretive and sensitive information. One section had three metal tubs filled with something corrosive, the other section was a bridge over looking a village, and on the bridge were machines of sorts, lots of metal, and the third section was a brick stairwell along the south west side of the factory. The three sections were to be used in succeeding order, and whatever it produced was making me a lot of money, but also a lot of enemies. I became aware that I had been found out by the authorities and then were en route to raid my factory. The dream ended.

Background: I live in Iran; reputation and shame strongly influence this culture. I’m 25 yo, female. I always date younger guys (21-22). Recently, after about 8 months of not dating, I started dating another 22-year-old. Also, I have social anxiety.

What I remember from the dream:

In the first act, there’s a building. Its top floor is a luxury hotel; it has an air of lust to it and it seems to be host to frequent sex parties. I see an Indian middle-aged women, having sex with two young guys.

I don’t remember the second act. I know it involves my family (including my sister and brother) and it seems like something has happened that has endangered the reputation of the family and we are trying to fix it.

In the third act, a magical battle is going on. Our side has acquired something from the other side; an eye, that when worn, will make the wearer invisible, and they can do whatever they want. There is a black man on our side that is given the responsibility of using the eye. He goes around dealing with some enemies, killing them or knocking them down. My brother is also helping in the battle. The scene is in my grandparents (mother’s side) house. Meanwhile, I’m doing something, maybe hiding something in the hotel. (I don’t remember)

However, when we think we have won, Mad Eye Moody from harry potter appears. And we realize The Eye hasn’t been working, and whatever the black guy has done have had no effect. All enemies are still alive, and also, they’ve seen everything.

Mad eye moody chases the black guy. At this point, his point of view becomes mine. He feels weak and defeated. Then, when mad eye moody is near, the black guy decides to destroy the eye. He cuts into it with a scissor. Inside the eye, it’s black and made of foam.

The scene cuts to the middle-aged Indian woman. She is in a red-purple lively casino or club, and she is picking up two young men.

I would appreciate your interpretation!