Weird Dreams

So last night I woke up with a strange recall of a dream/nightmare. Brace yourself. It's scary crazy. I'm even freaking out typing this. In the dream, there's a guy running away from Satan. I think he may have resembled Voldemort a bit, but...whatever. The guy trying to escape Satan had a Muslim wife with a scarf on her head. When I saw her face, it turned out it was me. So both the man and his wife were running, and they finally caught sight of a room. But Satan reached for the wife and touched her. The man and the wife continued on into the room and shut the door. The husband slammed the door, and Satan was cackling behind it. I didn't understand what he was heckling about. Anyways, the Muslim wife was getting sicker by the moment and before long she fell to the ground, dead. The man went towards his wife on the ground and he turned around. The man was me. And my/the man's eyes were this silver-gray color. Creepy huh? My mom told me that God was trying to tell me something. I believe her.