What are element of earth dreams about?

Last night I had a dream that a golden wheel/ball with one eye and two wings came flying towards Earth's atmosphere. Right before that, in my dream, a group of women and children were killed by what looked like the military? (Messed up, I know) I've never dreamt of a biblically accurate angel.

About 20 years ago, maybe a little less, I had an extremely vivid dream, and I would call it a lucid dream but for the apparent lack of control over the content I had.

I came to awareness while pulling my face away from this table-like thing that looked like a window that was pointed down and it was about the size and shape of a snooker table. Recessed below the top and everything. My hands, which I failed to get a good look at, were planted on the edge of the table, where I was pushing against it. As I said, it looked like a window and I could see the Earth far below as if I were in a spaceship in orbit. There was a great resistance to me pulling my face away from this, portal, you might call it. As if it were trying to suck me back in. I was in a room that was all white and had long vertical panels along with a white ceiling where all the light was coming from.

I turned my head to the right and saw what had the appearance of a typical grey alien you see in popular media. But this creature was laughing at me, and it had the same personality, even spirt and soul, as my father. I recognized him even though he looked completely different with this alien body. And the Laughing was not vocal, but was telepathic, more of a Rippling vibration communicating mirth. He said, (again, telepathically) "It's a bit much for you, huh?" and laughed again. All this while I'm straining to keep my head away from the portal. And I felt no "otherness" about him. In other words, I was of the base assumption that he and I were the same sort of being. There was no surprise in me to see the one I know as my dad in this life as this lifeform.

Just after that, I lost the struggle, and my head was pulled back to the portal and it felt like my face was being submerged in lukewarm water. Immediately, I woke up, experiencing no gap in lucidity. I just stared at the ceiling, horrified for the moment at what I had just experienced.

My alien dad was spot-on. I was going through a period Of deep depression and was desperate to escape my life. Suicide was not an option for me for reasons that I won't go into here, but suffice it to say say they are not the typical moral reasons.

As a last note, my depression was mostly cured in 2016, and completely cured as of July 18 of last year. So don't trouble yourselves to wish me well for that 😁

I had been on Earth, standing in the streets as I watched about seven spaceships flying towards the moon.

I asked someone standing beside me," what are they doing?"

"Aliens have been found underneath the moons surface. They're making contact," they replied.

Time skips to about a week later.

The governments are asking for volunteers to go fight the aliens as it was found they were hostile. I volunteered at the station set up. After training I'm set to go.

I'm on the ship, flying through space and we land (there's a group of about six of us). We begin being attacked.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up as if I had been knocked out by the attack. All of my crew are gone except for one, who is standing in front of me, inspecting himself in the mirror, his shirt is off, his veins are a dark grey. I realize I'm injured and am leaning against the wall for support as I stand but still fall due to my injuries.

He begins monologueing about how humans won't see them coming because they take our form and how they've been watching earth right under our noses, blah, blah, blah. This entire time I know Earth is doomed. This crew member in front of me was the alien. They could blend in.

While he's finishing his speech, he approaches me and I wake up. I know I died. He had killed me. This dream had felt so realistic and sometimes I wonder if this has happened in some other version of this reality.

In real life Im a A cup, tops, and barely that. In my dream I was on stage, absolutely belting it out and the crowd was fucking loving what I was giving them. I dont even know what I was singing, genuinely didn’t know who I was until I started looking around and was running my fingers through my hair and it kind of just hit me like “my god, I’m *Bowie*”. It was all a little more crystal clear than im used to when I’m dreaming, usually everything appears kind of velvety soft but this was crisp, and loud, and I *was* Bowie and I had *the* biggest set of naturals I have ever seen in my life and I woke up feeling weirdly cleansed and emotional, and if I’m being honest, crying a little. Dont know what to make of it but I’ve been riding the high regardless.

In my dream I had walked into a gas station when I began hearing odd noises. I walked to the back of the store despite protestations from the worker. There, I found what looked like a nether portal from minecraft sitting next to a copper spiral shaped stone. There were military people working on calculations. When they turned around, I told them I knew what it was, to let me try something. That was when I put my hands in the portal, closed my eyes, and tried to astral project into it. It worked, and I was transported to a library of knowledge where the librarian told me of several rules that were in place. I was expected to follow them. If I missed a library session I was up for removal of membership. Long story short, I ended up missing a session but was able to show I was pure of heart in intentions and was allowed back in.

Now here comes the odd part, I woke up and searched for the library of knowledge on the internet. What I found was a place called Chantilly Castle Library. The exact one I was in! I’ve never seen images of it before then, but I know it was the same one. There were also numbers involved in the dream. 30 and 32 which mean interesting things in numerology.

So any ideas? Any suggestions on where to go after this?