Never judge a book by its cover?

I remember only fragments of this dream, but the parts I do remember are significant for a number of reasons that I will try to make clear.

The first part I recollect had me in a churchyard in the middle of a town somewhere.  It was an area in the town where I live, in fact.  It is also a location I've visited before in dreams in the past.

It was nighttime and I was standing by my mother's car (she was also there along with my sister).  The "dream" version of this churchyard area (which, as I say is somewhere I've visited previously) features a small graveyard, and behind that, a small flight of concrete steps that lead to a footpath that branches away from the churchyard itself.  This is not present in the "real life" version of this place.

In previous dreams, I'd gone down that path, but this time, I remained in the churchyard with my mum and my sister.  I don't recall why we were all there, but as we stood around, my mum suggested that we start to pray.  I didn't want to be involved, so I walked around to the other side of the car and slowly crept away.  I then found myself looking directly at the graveyard and tried to take a picture of a couple I saw there, using my phone.  However, it was too dark, so the picture did not come out properly.

The dream then skipped to later on where we'd all left the churchyard, but I had to go back as I'd left my coat behind.  I spent some time looking for it, but it could not be found.  Also, an unsettling feeling had fallen over the area and I didn't want to stick around.

The dream skipped again to me flying through the night sky, and I eventually found myself inside a DIY centre, by which point, it was now daytime.  I was flying down the aisles, trying to get a sense of where I was.  I tried reading the signs and the labels on the products on the shelves, but could not understand the language.  It looked a bit like Dutch.

I eventually floated over to two women who were having a conversation.  I asked them where I was (sound familiar yet?), but they both ignored me.  I then asked "Can you actually see me?" and they responded, saying "Yes, but we just don't want to talk to someone like you.  Especially wearing those clothes".  I had no idea what I was actually wearing.  I eventually left them alone and floated out of the store.  By this point, there was an announcement over the PA system warning shoppers about me.

A little later on, I found myself in a grassy square, talking to a strange woman.  She was in her late 40s/early 50s but looked older.  Her appearance was haggard and weather-beaten, with jagged, yellowing teeth and straggly hair.  She had a slightly tanned complexion making her look like a Romany Gypsy.  Somehow, I "knew" that her appearance was an illusion, and this person was significant and was there to help me.  I can't remember what we spoke about, but she had a lot to say.

As she turned to walk away, a voice said "Get to know her... Thank her for her help!".  So I approached her again and, for some reason, felt compelled to kiss her on the cheek.  As I did, she turned around and I ended up kissing this ostensibly unattractive woman on the lips.  It was not a sensual or romantic kiss, but it was important.  She then took out a pen and a scrap of paper and started to write down a phone number.  She told me I needed to call that person at the right time.  I then woke up.

I cannot remember the phone number at all.