Thank God for this forum first of all. Maybe I can get some answers.
First off, I have had a lot of dreams over the last 1-2 years. I'm 25, and 2012 I got divorced from my ex-wife of 4 years. I couldn't take the relationship anymore, so I left finally. Before we were divorced, when we were together, I would have nightmares.

Here are just a few:

-One dream was I had went into a room, and it was dimly lit by the TV screen. I saw my father, a girl I knew, and another girl I did not know. They were naked. Next scene of the dream was I was standing on like a dock, but it stretched around this wall like structure. I saw a naked girl run around the corner out of sight. Then I saw a man, and I went up to the man, and I drove a knife into him. This part was so real because I felt the blood of him wash over my body. Then I woke up.

-This one made my heart race after I woke up. I was in like a log house with a black couple (I'm white, and I'm not racist - just telling you what was in the dream). The man was at the window looking at the horrible storm like tornado coming, and me and the woman went and hid behind the table. And then I looked slowly to my right, and there stood a man in a black robe and hoodie, with a white mask it seemed, holding a white mask in his hands at his stomach. Then I woke up - this scared the crap out of me.

When I got divorced the nightmares seemed to stop. Well 2013 rolls around, and I'm diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. Didn't work all year due to tests, health problems, etc...I was undiagnosed with MS, and to this day is still going through blood tests etc...

Well the nightmares started back.

-This one was the most bizarre but omg scary. It was like a carnival game of sorts. The scene started out with the game. It was like gears upon gears on a wall, with myself on a lower level running on a treadmill thing, and a bigger guy on a higher level behind me running as well. Throughout the wall in the circle spaces that wasn't grinding gears, there were people stuck in them but wasn't hurt. The scene goes on as we are running, and I hear a ding ding, and we run out of the game. Well - the scene comes back now. Seemingly with the feeling of what happens if you fail. Well it looks like me, but a different me this time with the same guy behind me on the higher level. He looks down at me like if there is something wrong, starts to run faster, jumps down like to save me, but instead holds me to the point where its like I tripped or something, and I go through the gears behind me. I see myself going through the gears with no blood, no gore - but I watch the flesh just go in. I really didn't like this dream at all. I'm not sure if any of you are Christian, I am, but at the end of this dream there was one thought that came into my mind and that is this: If Hell is real, there will be no gore, no blood - you feel all the pain, but your body will never be mangled. eww...

So yeah I've had some messed up dreams, and I'll start with these to see what kind of answers/interpretation I get.