What are fighter jet dreams about?

I just woke up and wanted to record this dream before I forgot it, figured this was as good a place as any:
I was standing outside my home, it was near dusk; I was talking to a family member and I happened to see a shape in the sky. I started watching and after a few seconds realized I was seeing a UFO. I pulled my phone out and started recording. I was losing my mind because I was actually seeing this and actually getting a good video. After 10-15 seconds I see a second shape, maybe a Fighter jet. Theres a brilliant flash of colorful light and the UFO crashes over the horizon and explodes. When it does, I thought I caught a glimpse of a larger object, bit it would have been so giant that I dismissed it as clouds in the evening sky. I run inside to show off the unbelievable footage I captured and everyone inside is glued to the TV, my mom is hysterically crying and by dad is organizing weapons (we have a variety of hunting guns, and handguns) I started freaking out and asked what was going on. The news was showing the massive object i had seen, it wasnt clouds, it was a creature. It was this gigantic, unbelievable big creature, like just a giant head with fleshy spikes, it was grayish green with massive eyes and being carried on mechanical spider-like legs. I broke down crying, there was no way this was real and no way we could survive this behemoth and I knew our world was doomed. There is a bit of a blur but I remember next it was all out war ;my family had relocated to an abandoned building and were setting up inside what appeared to be a hospital (maybe). Dad and I are outside, I have my 9mm innits holster on my hip, dad has his .22 pistol and a shotgun, we were discussing how to get supplies and we hear a roar, not animal, but mechanical like a massive machine moving. We turn and see a huge cloud bank rolling over the horizon. The cloud bank parts to reveal a huge being on something I can quite identify. It was long, stretched across my entire field of view,; it didnt have any visible form of locomotion, but would hover across the ground. It was decorative and metallic with lots of blue and gold ornate swirls. The creature was humanoid looking with a disarming calm gave; it was wearing a cloak and pauldrons that had a similar color scheme and designs as the thing it was riding in. Dad and I are dumbstruck, this is another massive entity that couldnt possibly be real. We discuss the creature and debate whether it is malevolent or not. He says it seems kind, maybe it's there to combat the earlier creature. Suddenly I realize it not only hears us, it SEES us! It was looking directly at us and had turned it's full attention to us. I suddenly had a flashback to our fight to get to the building we were staying in. It's another blur of images, trying to scavenge food, fighting someone over the building, someone died to the creature from earlier but i dont remember who. Back to the "present" I yelled "get inside, NOW" Dad and i run for the building, the creature on its astral chariot is faster though. It comes towards us and heads straight for our new home, our remaining family is inside. It passed overhead and dad and I hit the ground. As it passes over, it lands where our family is hiding. I was in shock, dad started tearing up repeatedly screaming no. The creature lifts off again and floats out of sight. Dad and I rush to the rubble that was our home and fall to our knees where the front door would have been. We can see the mangled bodies of our family. They're obviously dead and I lost all of my strength. I fell to my back and dad laid in the dirt beside me. I said "that was it, that was all I have left" (it's weird I remember what I said verbatim ) I laid in the dirt and pulled my 9mm from my hip. Dad puts his hand on it and says "no" I told him" I have to, I have nothing left" he puts his .22 to his temple and I put my 9mm to mine. We pull the triggers simultaneously. I woke up seconds later and the pain was unbearable. The gun fired, I hit my target, bit I wasn't dead. I laid there for hours wishing I would bleed out and die, but not being able to move in order to take a second shot. I woke up in the middle of me dragging myself away from the site.

So, I use to visit my mamaws house a lot, but for some reason I’ve had this dream 3 times Over the last 6-7 years of my life I remember it every time

First we are hiding in the house because someone is trying to kill us, I was always scared of her house it always seemed haunted and very dark, she made it so peaceful when she was there but when it was just me I got bad vibes

So last night my dream went a little like this, there is a fighter pilot someone I think I have seen In movies, I’m enjoying my time I hear the plane over head, this is a normal fighter jet and yes this dream is physically painful it sucks but it’s so fun, so this guy I know it’s a guy he always ends up crashing and I am able to run out to where “my” jet is, mine doesn’t have guns. Okay so I hear it I run, hide under the basement, he does one fly by I hear bullets shooting through the hardwood floor as I am in the basement, bullet holes shoot through the floor making holes in the 1st layer. They are bouncing around off the concrete busting up the ground and Throwing shrapnel from the concrete and bullets everywhere, eventually he flies over and I get absolutely ripped up with bullets I’m laying there looking at my body with holes all in it, blood flesh is just ripped open, I get up and I’m like alright I’ve had enough I went out and shoot at the plane he comes down in my back yard, I get my plane and leave and start exploring the whole of my city but unlike my actually city this place has some amazing houses some that I just fly around and enjoy looking at,

Someone please explain to me why whenever I die, get shot, fall, stalked killed, I never end up waking up, I seem to just move onto the next or just acknowledge that I’m dead in the dream and decide to do something different. I always seem to feel the pain though, not just increased heart rate or anything like that but I feel like phantom pain, like I legit have been stabbed or shot it’s weird, which I have been stabbed so I know what it feels like (accidentally)

I had this last night and it was a really weird dream. I was at the back of my house (like by the backdoor) and my backdoor is like double glass doors, not sliding glass but they are mainly glass. I remember I was sitting at the table by the back door and my grandma was there. It was night time and I kept seeing this like white eyes outside. Like just glowing eyes, I'd see them for a split second then they would disappear, or "run away".

This kind of went on, I don't remember much there but it was happening over and over again until everything kind of cut out, and then I was in the front yard with my grandma. We were just standing outside, and then I heard this weird noise. I saw like this fighter jet that was crashing into a backyard of my neighbors across the street, but it was like facing upwards and slowly spinning, and kind of fell on it's side while facing more upwards. I looked away and kind of on the ground, and then heard kind of an explosion. It wasn't really an explosion, kind of a pop, I can't really explain it. I looked upwards and there didn't seem to be a lot of damage, but it was kind of a really bright slightly yellow light, but mainly white.

I looked away and ran back inside, with my grandma still outside, but there were snails everywhere. Like if the explosion from the jet like shot snails everywhere, They were on the door and the little path that goes up to my door from the driveway, and even inside, even though the door was closed. I then went inside and there was a big clump of snails on the floor, and even one on my shoe. I like kicked forward slightly and it fell off, then I remember stepping on it and crushing it.

My house looked different and in the middle of nowhere, and suddenly a bomb fell down near. It was an unexploded nuclear bomb. I don't remember how, but my family and me took it away. Then a fighter jet (probably an F-16) crashed to our house. It did minimal damage but it went very close to me. What does this mean?

So last night I had a dream that was pretty graphic and shook me up for the last couple hours. It started off I was in my garage working on something when I saw a fighter jet pass by. Planes usually pass by my house since I live next to an airport. I was watching the pilot when I noticed it wasn’t USAF. There was a giant red star on the side so China or North Korea I think since the pilot was Asian. I ran upstairs and my room was a mess for some reason.(it’s usually very neat) Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a large truck head up my hill with troops in the back. (Not American either) This part really messed me up. I peeked through the blinds and saw soldiers bring out women and children into the street and shoot them point blank. The men were boarded into more trucks. I immediately grabbed my jacket and some other clothes and started to put them on. (No I wasn’t naked I just changed clothes) I found a plated vest and some other tactical gear and began to put that on. I’ve always been very interested in tactical/military gear so I have an abundance of that type of stuff in my room. I started hearing gunshots ring out more than the occasional pop or two. I looked outside and saw US Infantrymen in a firefight with the opposing force. The wall my window was on exploded but I was fine since I was on the other side of the room. US troops started rushing in and setting up camp. They said it wouldn’t be over for a long time since 3/4 of America was already taken. I grabbed an M4 off of a dead soldier and got out of my house and cautiously moved down into the woods under my neighbourhood. Then I woke up. Pretty trippy any idea what it means?

Edit: I also was given an Echo 1 Airsoft M4 by my friends dad (a retired swat officer) that day but the gun in the dream was slightly different.