Brain Sucking Alien Red Strings

I don't know how my mind was deciding on what direction to go last night, but I know it started with me in my old house as a 13 year old, lying in bed, petting my kitties and listening to music probably..suddenly I saw a very large grasshopper the size of my head crawling across my carpet with a miners hat on, and a red bright light attached to the hat.
He turned his head slowly to me, so that the red light panned its beam all over the room. I freaked and ran into my parents room and explained what I say, and they told me to go back to sleep.
The next day these weird stringy things were falling from the sky onto people's heads. They were red, veiny looking, and the size of long white onions. Whenever these things hit someone's head, the person immediately fell to the ground, shaking or convulsing, I dont know.
So here I am, running through town in the streets and there's chaos everywhere; people falling to the ground, screaming, feeling their heads in front of grocery stores. I'm having to dodge carts and vehicles driving out of control. Of course, some of these things would just land on the ground; never touching anyone. So you had to be careful you didn't step on them either, for fear of them attaching themselves to your foot.
It seemed to go to months later, where survivors were in a small house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, about 200 of us. Everyone is about to eat together and I go into the kitchen to see the guy who is cooking for everyone. I notice he has one of those things on his head. He looks up at me, and this creepy smile crawls across his face. I run into the living room, screaming "dont eat it! dont eat it! Its in the food!" (yeah, I know what this sounds like.)

Old China Markets and Cases of Money

The dream started with me, being someone else. I was a man apparently, in his 20's, sitting on a ratted blanket in a corner of a street in old China, while people were selling food and other things around me.

There I was, against the wall, for some reason down on my luck and depressed. Someone comes up to me in an expensive black suit which stuck out from all the other people in the market. They acknowledged me and asked if I was available. I said I was. They asked me to kill someone for a lot of money. Suddenly, I turn into Jeremy Irons. I'm now standing up, looking at this Chinese business man, and writing down a number on a piece of paper. I write down $2500 for the kill, $1000 bonus afterwards. I'm paranoid that the business man will laugh and walk off, or worse, kill me. He takes the piece of paper and says he'll be in touch.

Its the next day. I'm the young man again in his 20's. I'm sleeping against the wall again, nothing to lose. I am awoken by a little old woman with black hair and huge eyes. She knocks me with her cane on the head. I wake up and ask what she wants. She goes "Would you be willing to kill someone else for me as well?"
I wake up panicked, and she's gone. I realize it was just a dream. (within the dream I am currently having). I then see a limo pull up and a man comes out, throws down the hugest briefcase I've ever seen. They drive off.

I open it, and inside is layers of metal shelves, each holding huge packets of money. All I can think of, is how am I going to get this back to the United States.
I start carrying it around town, and go through this dark walkway of tents. A small Chinese man bumps into me and asks me to follow him. He's bald, with no hair, looking like a monk out of Tibet. He takes me to a temple while I'm dragging this briefcase. He points to a statue. Apparently, I'm there to do whatever magic I'm capable of, to make it move, or come alive. And I have no idea how to do it.