What are injury dreams about?

Hi all,

So I had a dream about a blond older woman who had a beehive bun and wearing a blue dress.

According to my dream, I knew she was evil and I kept thinking to myself that she was a witch.
I kept asking her what does she want but she didn’t respond. I don’t remember much else, but I remember that I was in danger and I just wanted her to go away.

That morning I woke up afraid. I told my husband about it and he told me he dreamed the same woman.

In his dream the woman broke into our house. She was standing in front of him while I was sleeping. The woman wanted to hurt me, but my husband pointed a shot gun to her face and said “do you want a slug to the face?” He said that she freaked out and left. He was happy that he was able to protect me.

Neither of us know who this woman is and we don’t think we’ve ever seen her in real life.

Any thoughts ?

It began with me playing outside, I was a child and had siblings, loving parents, it was was in a mideval time era. I remember my teenage years, I learned archery and swordplay (archery was my prowess) and joined the military as a young man. I served as a guard for my town and then was called away to war. Over the years, I progressed from soldier, to captain, to general, then eventually king.

I married and had children and eventually grandchildren. Then at the end of my life I remember sitting alone on a chair in the woods; fall had come, dead leaves blowing by on a wind that promised snow was not far away. I remember appreciating my life and my loved ones as my long gray hair blew across my face in the wind. I remember a single tear falling from my face as I knew my time had come to die. Then my life flashed before my eyes, in reverse, back to when I was a child, and with a white light I awoke in my bed with tears on my face.

I cried in earnest then, for the loss of those I loved, knowing that even though they werent real, Id never see them again. I’ll never forget that dream, it was... yeah, no word can describe it, surreal doesnt do it justice. I was 10.

I had a dream last night about some kind of murderer called the Clothman.

He isn't human, his face is smooth and almost featureless, except for these two grooves that run town his face and point toward his chin. His skin's kinda greyish. He's so tall.

He wears a vest, pants, and a little bowler hat. Maybe a scarf too.

He has a song. If you sing/hum/whistle the song he will come. Thankfully I don't remember it.

The song will start playing outside along with loud wind if you sing it.

If you look outside you'll see him walking up to your house after a few seconds. I only saw his legs, I didn't look up.

He'll come in.

Don't sing his song.

So i was fighting in the "origins" (Call of duty black ops 2 zombies map) with a wind staff against the zombies, i got downed eventually and then i got teleported into the "real world".

The staff looked more like a toy and all the i wind and dirt i had from fighting zombies was gone!

I get up and a girl i know approach me! She says "Did you speak to my father?"

I replied "No, I never met him".

She says "No, what I mean is", she holds my hands and look me in the eyes "Won't you marry me?"

Also there's a second dream that kinda adds up to this one, i might post it here later!

Okay I literally just woke up and i’m panicking. I can give more details later if i remember but right now i’m a little unnerved. Someone please tell me if this has meaning.

There was a body in the front seat of my car and my partner and i got out to call the cops. Instead of cops showing up, a sports car with 4 men showed up and when i told them what happened they ran into the house only to die. Another police drove by and i flagged them down but they parked in my neighbors across the streets driveway and the old cop and the car turned into my neighbor and i was helpless. My partner and i walked back across the street to my house and i suggested maybe i could only see the things happening because i was schizophrenic when a middle aged lady with a cigarette said “but i can see you guys” and ran into my house. I chased her demanding answers and she said “they’re most prevalent in may” and disappeared and i kept screaming “you’re not welcome here” until my voice become not my own. i went back out to my car and there were more dead bodies in my car and a little girl on top of my car with bruises. i noticed my partner in the front passenger seat and they had puncture bruises everywhere. the little girl had a hammer and said she had to kill my partner and kept hitting my partners skull with it. i had to kill the little girl by using a pickaxe and swinging into her brain. Then i got the feeling the cops were going to frame me for every murder and woke up.