Well, that is a good interpretation Pop.
Now, I will say what it finally said.
"You are the destroyer of man."
My interpretation as an eleven year old child:
"You are the anti-christ."
Now, naturally I did not want to be this. So I decided that I would kill myself to get out of this unduly gig. Not a pleasant time in my life, if you could imagine.
I got over it though (obviously as I am still here).
Anyways, on to the next dream I had (completely non-religous, just really weird so I thought I would share it).
As a younger child, permission slips were my worst enemies, I always forgot to get them signed.
Well, my loving school was taking part in a government experiment, and in order to not be a part of this experiment you had to have a slip signed that stated that you were not to take any part in the experiment.
This experiment involved a abnormally large (about three times the size of a horse pill) tablet that would allow one to come back to life were they to die within the pill's time frame of effectiveness.
Anyways, I forgot to get the slip signed along with a few other kids. They brought us into a multi-colored room with big rubber squares all over the place, it was essentially a cage designed for kids. 'Rats in a cage' if you will.
Well they took us out one by one to meet our fates, not being allowed to see what was happening of course.
When it was my turn (I went third... significant later) I was led to a large red and white plot of cement painted like a chessboard.
I was chained to a nearby wall and than the tablet was forced down my throat. The strange thing was, I actually felt the pain in my throat during my dream, even stranger, I didn't realize I was dreaming as I usually do...
Now, the guy who shoved the tablet down my throat moved out of the way and a man in the distance pulled out a rifle.
He shot me in the chest three times. I died. I woke back up in the rubber cage. I felt a sharp pain in my chest but other than that I was fully healed.
The process is repeated, this time they use a tommy gun and shoot me at least twenty times essentially filling my chest full of led.
I wake back up in the rubber cage. I feel the pain again, but like before I am fully healed.
The third time they decide to use an 8 gauge shotgun (a very powerful shotgun). They fire one spread shot, hitting me in the chest and face, than they fire the slug, taking off a good portion of my head and almost half of my brain turns to mush instantaneously.
My mother comes to me as I lay there dangling from the wrist chains, "You will be okay..."
I yell, "But what about my brain!!!"
I wake up.