A prophetic dream I had when I first became a Christian

One of my earliest prophetic dreams began with the sun appearing to fall from the sky, landing on the earth behind my house, near the street where my friend lived. Suddenly, I found myself aboard an alien spaceship, surrounded by others. We were being forced through an impossibly narrow opening, our bodies strapped to metal gurneys. I felt sharp pain at the site of my appendix scar as I was pushed through. Moments later, I was running through the ship alongside others, all of us transformed into something no longer human, altered by a mysterious black liquid. Strangely, we entered what resembled bathroom stalls on the ship, but I felt fear toward those in the other stalls. Seizing an opportunity to escape, I prepared to leave, but before I could, conflict arose between myself and the others—now monstrous, vampire-like demons. That was where the dream ended.

My interpretation of this dream was about the sharp sickle and how people would be changed aboard the alien spaceships. I felt it was telling me something about myself and my own star, and how I might choose an outcome where I would die by the sharp sickle. Maybe I even regretted it in the end. I believe this is the truth, and the fact that my situation would be so terrible that I’d choose the sharp sickle—something that means you’re never coming back to life and are gone completely. But that was the dream, and you can come up with whatever interpretation you want.