Action flick ? - Alien Invasion

We are walking on the beach. The ocean breeze is gentle, the sun is low, the waves are easy. There is something in the sky that catches my eye. I look up and see what I think is an airplane, but it looks weird. I finally realize it is three separate pieces, all the fronts, or cockpit areas, of planes. And, they are falling to the earth. We run to avoid being slammed into the earth by one of the plane parts. 

Then, as people all around us are running crazy and screaming, I see a Stealth-Bomber-type black vehicle in the sky, and on the bottom of it, there is a skull and crossbones – kind of a mix between the “Scream” face mask and a traditional skull. I feel and know then that we are being invaded. 

Aliens are rounding up humans to use as slaves on some other planet. We realize we haven’t been rounded up yet and can try to save some people. We go to this small block building that serves as the entrance to the alien ship. We can see the humans lined up to get on the vehicle, and we can see one alien guard, with a weapon. I see the guard sees me, or us, and we start to run away. 

I run to a safe place and realize he is not behind me. I realize he has been caught. I think about my life on Earth without him. I run toward the alien ship and find him inside, looking out at the life he is leaving behind. I tell him I would rather see him every day even if I cannot touch him, then never see him again, and be without him.

Then I wake up in tears.

Action Flick - Framed for Murder

I have been framed for murdering lots of people and am on the run. I head toward a government building with large marble columns and lots of steps (looks like the Lincoln Memorial). No one is around because it is very early morning, just breaking dawn. The building is on a sort of military base, next to the ocean, with piers or docks jutting out into the water. They look like aircraft carriers, but they are not. 

I run into the building and begin opening doors to find clothes to change into in order to be less recognizable or conspicuous. I cannot find any clothes or any people from whom I can take clothes. I leave the third room after a few moments of sadness at my situation, turn left in the hallway and hear voices from that direction. I turn to the right to try and find a place to hide. I run into what looks like a gym or workout room. It is crowded with equipment but no good place to hide a grown person. I run through double doors and end up in a storage room of sorts, with odd pieces of equipment, including a boat and a motorcycle. I want to hide in the boat, under its cover, but I run out of time. People are coming into the storage room. So, I kneel down behind the racing motorcycle and am shielded by its many farings. No one spies me.

The scene changes and I am hiding behind something, I don’t know what. In front of me are coffee tables with people sitting on the floor around them, eating a meal. I recognize the lady in front of me as she kneels to say a prayer before eating.

The scene changes again, and I am surrounded by four people, but they are friendly to my situation and are trying to help me. I look past them to the outside, and see the docks again. The docks are being blown up with bombs and missiles. I realize the military is willing to blow up the base in order to get me. I cannot let that happen. I run out into the craziness, dodging falling missiles and bombs, to the edge of the dock. Two police officers spot me, and one of them recognizes me. She tackles me by the ankle as I try to get her away from a bomb that has fallen just behind her and her partner. I am caught.

I have been put into a room that looks like a hospital room. I have injuries, or at least, I’m bloody. But, the bed has not been used. There is not a wrinkle on the bed sheet. Someone comes in to say goodbye to me. Then, my love comes in to spend the night with me before they execute me for the crimes I’ve been accused of. I love him, tell him so, and tell him I will miss him. We watch a video showing how the execution will go. It is gruesome. (I am placed in a clear box with my hands bound straight out from my sides. All I remember is that there is some red liquid injected into the box and the box begins to tip so the liquid runs to the head. The person in the video is resisting as much as she can. In the video, a nurse tells someone that the temperature is 700 degrees. I am thinking I would not survive the heat, let alone the drowning.) I begin to cry and hug my love more.

Then, I woke up.