What is the meaning in a dream of malice

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I'm pregnant currently and dreamed that I was in an old-styled boxing ring. I'm in the left corner and very angry with whomever was in the right corner but they are invisible. Then, my baby appears in the center of the ring. Then, this black cloaked creature floats down and hovers over my baby. Then, it reaches out with long, boney fingers and long, pointed fingernails and touches my baby on the cheek. Then, it turns it's head toward me. It's skin was flesh-toned, wrinkly, bumby, and wet looking. It said "It's a girl." I felt no malice from it toward me or toward my baby but I felt like it was something that was supposed to be evil but for some reason wasn't for me and my baby. As soon as it said this, any fear I had for it and anger I had for the invisible person in the right corner faded away and all I felt was joy for my new baby girl. Then, I woke up feeling uneasy.

I am in a smoky bar room setting - very little light is entering the room - alone on a bar stool sat a man with crazy spiking gray point hairy and brilliant eyes full of malice drinking a glass of liquid, in between his legs is a bag full of money, drugs and all things dark - he is trying to persuade me to pick up the bag