I had an interesting but random nightmare/dream last night about the catholic church and its popes.

(For context: I’m 18 returning to the catholic church after being baptised pentecostal for a year and before that year I wasnt really serious about my faith and didn’t take the catholic church that seriously, or my God with any seriousness). Last night I had a dream that I was on a trip with some worldly friends that I don’t really hang out with and my blood brother. We were on a trip at a building that had some connection to the Vatican-that was only marble on the inside and had tombs for all the dead popes from St. Peter all the way to Pope Francis. And we were walking around and somehow I left the group and started walking by myself in this marble hallway with these doors that were almost like marble sliding doors that closed so perfectly you couldnt see the line that shows the nails, bolts or lines that differentiate between the door and the wall-and they closed sideways kind of like a door to a tomb (they were tombs for the popes). I was walking in this hallway and there was a door that opened slightly and then slammed shut, I got scared since there was no one in the building except me, my brother, and my friends so I started to recite the sign of the cross 3 times and each time the door would slam making whatever it was angrier until the door didnt slam and stayed slightly open and from the hallway adjacent to the door emerged a pope, with grey skin, dark red eyes who was levitating a couple of inches off the ground barely touching the floor and looked like he was just beginning to rot holding some staff. He looks at me and says “so be it” and i hear a snap and then I wake up in this room where im staying at the same Vatican-type building and i switch to watching this netflix show about the current pope leo xiv talking about this evil pope from the time of ww2 doing a lot of bad things (corruption, many wives) and pope leo xiv reassures the audience saying something like even though the pope can be wrong it doesnt deny his authority in the catholic church. This reassures me and my dream switches to me explaining the nightmare to my worldly friends but them ignoring it. So I somehow convince my brother to check out the room of the pope that I saw earlier and its dark but theyre are two stairways, one that goes up and the other that goes down with light illuminating from the stairs that go down and not the stairs that go up. So we start to walk downstairs until the same pope from earlier is running towards us and is screaming at us so we run upstairs and run out of the room. And then my dream switches to something light-hearted and we end up in some sort of ‘80s movie and then I wake up in real life from the dream sweating and out of breath. (Im going to confession this saturday with my mom)