What are metal dreams about?

So it starts normal with me getting comfy in my bet. It was a normal summer day, sleepin in my room. In the dream, there was a creature that was sitting on a chair in my room. At some point I asked it what was he doing here. It stood up and everything startrd burning. My room transformed itself in hell (the generic image with a burning cave). Now with the fire all around, the creature had horns, goat legs and a muscular human torso. His voice was deep and raspy. He began speaking to me something that I can't remember but was very important. It was a question of yes or no. Also when he was speaking, there was a very eary noise of people screaming in agony, rusted metal being scratched and many other strange noises. Despite this, I wasn't scared at all, and was very happy seeing him, that made him visibly glad. Now the curious part. I answeared with a confident "yes", everyting stoped, the fire the noise and him.
The thing transformed into a suited man with a goaty holding a contract in his hand, that I signed.
He put it into the suitcase. Told me "Thank you for your cooperation and we will meet when it is time to meet. And then he left through the door.

Normally, I would belive it's a bad dream, but I woke up covered in sweat in a cold room in the middle of summer with a feeling that something important really happened.

This is not fiction and it scares me, if someone has some ideas or stories, please share them. I will gladely read them. Thanks.

Its been 5 years and I haven't spoken to anyone of this and have been trying to ignore it. But I am new to reddit and looked up if a subbreddit like this exists, so here I am!
Whenever I dream, the dream is always follows the same pattern, sharing similar themes, but different settings:-

1. It starts out mundane, in an everyday-life-kind of scenario.

2. However it soon devolves into a life or death situation- I have to escape from a killer who specifically wants to kill me, I have to hunt down someone, I have to hunt down the person who wanted to kill me, or a battle royale. This part often incorporates settings from the various books and novels I read.

3. Most of the time I prevail, immensely confident in my abilities. But at the end, just before I am about to finish it, I find myself weak and unable to deal the finishing blow.

4. Towards the end of the dream, the reason for my fighting is revealed. Its a woman. I have to save her, I have to win her affection, I have to leave her, all varied reasons.

5. I never quite remember what she looks like, but she is familiar. She makes me feel so peaceful, so warm, so happy that it hurts.

6. From here on, there are two endings

7. (Ending-1)I reach her. I am so happy, so very happy, but I suddenly realize its a dream...everything uptil now was. This realisation is accompanied by a heart rendingly profound sense of loss that accompanies me throughout the day after I wake up. When I realise its a dream, everything starts slipping through like sand between my fingers, but I would give anything, any price to not wake up again.

These are the days I wake up crying.

8. (Ending-2) I reach her. There is a very real sound of a gun cocking behind my head and the feel of cold metal pressing against it, and then such peace, I wish it would last forever.

These are the days I wake up feeling so well rested and ready to tackle the day. And even till today, in tense situations or when I am stressed, I have developed a habit of imagining the cool metal against the back of my head and it calms me down.

To anyone who read this far, I would sincerely like your opinion. Thank you in advance.

like not someone hurting you but just having a wound.

I dreamt recently that there was a metal plate under the skin of my palm and I just couldn't figure out how to take it out. my skin right over the plate was already healed so there was no obvious way to solve that issue.

I just woke up from a dream and I have to write it

Scene 1: My dad phone called altex (romanian electronics shop) about a broken chair (i'm not sure they sell chairs) and we weren't sure if they charge you on the phone conversation, after finding out they don't at the begginning at the least they said they can't help us because it's not that exact model i specified and i asked how do i find out what model is my chair and they sent me on some weird russian site with a ton of ads and games

scene 2: people at school had to call this number and i did it before everyone else, as after a loong time some girl classmate i'd consider the least symphatetic towards came to me to tell me to call and i said i did it already. also i was following my crush around after school ended while this was happening, and i just couldn't end up on the same path as her to end up just us two alone to talk but i very easily ended up with that one im not sympathetic towards at all

scene 3: I was watching a movie named Cane Hill (name of a metal band in real life and of an abandoned psych ward) and it was some thriller shit i think (didn't actually think it was thriller but im just giving you an idea) and one part was where the main character i was viewing in first person (who was with someone else i think) wanted to break into someone's house or sabotage it in a way and instead of connecting whatever electronic signal through their own metal rods they had the clever idea to connect them to the metal rods (that were red) that the owner already had, but then he kept hearing voices that the owner of the house can see their every step in the shadows (it was night) so he started running and started running (he was running on minecraft leaves) almost like he was going insane and that was the end of the movie, and i was just about to comment how it was a shitty ending; i also remember it had very long credits and it ended with disney junior logos and shit but at the end of the credits some random guy came on the screen and was like hold up hold up and started explaining some math shit about some "fin" trigonometric function (like the sin cos tan ctag ones) which was "very big" and usually done with a calculator, not by manual calculation

"Life doesn't seem worth fighting for when monster dogs are disemboweling your friends in the hallway."

Feels like something Reddit should know. That's all!

(Context: Apocalypse style, a few people are running/hiding from huge metal plated dogs in a dark industrial/manufacturing setting. We run into a room with a heavy steel door that looks like a commercial freezer or something, "main character" drops this line)