I believe a dream of mine last night might have been demonically inspired, though with a very curious ending. I am looking for your opinion on it. In short, the dream had three parts.

a) A vision of Pope Benedict XVI sitting on the Chair of Peter, and a kind of voice, though interestingly not through sound but through feeling, saying "Leave the Church, leave this religion" "You are making a big mistake, this is a huge mistake" "You've been fooling yourself this whole time, go back to who you once were"

b) A woman that sparked an unnaturally alluring desire, causing me to follow her all over the city until I could find her no more, and lost my bicycle leaving me stranded in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and had to walk to find a metro stop to take a train home.

c) Randomly encountering some friends of mine near a metro stop in addition to my old martial arts instructor (the one who came from oriental cosmological instruction), and a strange possession causing me to feel an immense desire to begin training with him again, and questions popping into my head such as "Was I just being narrow minded in leaving?" "Is it really true that his martial arts are hostile to the Church?" "Maybe I made a mistake, I should start training again, this will be better for me".

However, another man in the area near the metro stop (a kind of mechanic I believe) interjects, and sparks a conversation with me about Christianity and says something along the lines of "I remember you from somewhere before, I hope you remember me. You're on the good path now, don't turn back at all. Ignore all of these feelings."

Strangely enough, I did remember this man as if I knew him in real life outside the dream, though I never saw him in my life. While the mechanic was saying all this, my old martial arts instructor was in the mechanic's van pressing his face against the window making strange and derisive faces at us while we were talking, kind of like how a child would pressing his face on a window.

This was a very strange dream, but what is stranger is my mindset during it. I am usually a very staunch individual, intolerant of deviations or anti-Church sentiments. When I woke up my first thought was "Am I crazy? How could I feel that way about the Chair of Peter? How could I even think about a woman this way when I want to be a priest? Or how could I even think about rejoining my martial arts instructor? Nonsense!"

It was as if who I was when I woke up had absolutely nothing to do with who I was in the dream. In the dream I was receptive, weak, and overly open-minded -- even kind of mind-controlled in a way. Basically the absolute opposite of me in reality.

I strongly believe some strange activity was happening in this dream - I never have dreams like that. In addition, nothing happened the same day earlier such as thoughts of doubting the faith or anything like that. It came from basically nowhere.