What are India dreams about?

Woke up in my bed to some kind of alarm, kinda like one of those tornado warning ones. Ran outside to a bunch of people yelling. On a television, there was a report that a missile had been launched from India. Then the power went out. One of the clearest things I remember was panic. I was certain my town was gonna get hit, that I was doomed. Some time later, power comes back on, TV reports that "only" 15 missiles had been fired, a couple locations on the east coast of the US, a few in India, a few in the middle east/africa. NYC got hit. There was video footage of what they were calling the "sea of glass"; an enourmous melted stretch of windows that had been fused into a plain with tall jagged spikes in it. Also remember footage being played of liquified human remains flowing through the streets like a stream. There was a weird feeling of differentness, like the whole world was a castle of cards that had just collapsed, and I was living in the aftermath. Then I woke up

That’s all. I dreamt that Australia was being bombed and they said for every 1 person there’s going to be 7 soldiers or something like that.
And there was definitely something to do with India. I’m not completely sure if they said india was helping Australia but I think that was the case.
I remember trying to go to the airport for an emergency flight to a different country. Then as soon as I stopped at the airport, it got blown up too.

All I remember is repeating “I can’t believe covid could lead to something like this”

I had this dream this passing Friday night. I don’t even live in Australia

This was such a vivid nightmare that affected my thinking after waking up. It’s important to note that I only had 2, maximum 3 hours of sleep before I woke up, and I couldn’t fall asleep again after that. I literally couldn’t think more about the topics I dreamt of when I woke up. It’s like my thoughts were being blocked.

This nightmare is based on the observer effect and seems related to dmt aliens. Some of the imagery may have been influenced by HP Lovecraft, but I don’t believe that’s the important part. The premise is also similar, regarding forbidden knowledge, and I believe this could be an important part.

I can’t recall all the details, but it started off somewhat light-hearted. There was a laboratory or observatory connected to my basement that I could access. We were able to view some stats on other planets from outside our solar system, maybe atmospheric composition but most importantly location. It’s weird, but the planet would first be observed and then the location would be revealed to us.

I wasn’t the only person there. There were either 1 or 2 other people there. I vaguely recall both a man and a woman, both wearing steve jobs clothes and glasses, both blonde and relatively tall though not abnormally so. I believe they were simply human representations similar to what I see in media in such an environment, not the blonde aliens that some people encounter.

A person sent me stats for a gas giant. I was going to start looking at the stats for it, but felt a strong warning - “do not find out the location! Ignore it and walk away.” I usually go with my gut on this so I walked away. The other person(s) left too. As soon as the person left, I heard or rather felt an omnipresent growl, like something was really angry that I ignored the planet. All the walls began turning gray. Images on the walls started warping into gray images of grotesque bumpy creatures. My mom came into the basement looking for me, completely oblivious to everything that was happening.

Then everything turned black and white and very difficult to see. We started shouting for each other, as the omnipresent sounds grew louder. We found each other and I ran us upstairs. My mom started feeling weak so we ran out of the house. The outside was cloudy and looked like a hurricane just passed through. She got into an uber to go to the hospital, but a while later I realized or rather feared that she had just been abducted. So I started racing after her on foot. In the middle of this, I woke up, but realized that I need to keep going after her. I don’t know exactly why, but I couldn’t immediately catch up to her in my head even though I was awake. Eventually, the roads changed and her car was on the left side of a highway and I was running along the right side (we were now in india for some reason, though we are indian). It took me a while to reach her mentally, but I hopped across traffic and reached her. I pulled open the car door, sat inside, and hugged her for a while. That’s when it felt safe to stop thinking about the situation.

After that, I lay awake for a while, trying to ponder what I just dreamt, but I couldn’t. It’s like my thoughts and memories were literally being blocked. I tried to think of something unrelated for a while and had no problem doing that. When I went back to thinking about what just happened, I again felt like my thoughts were being blocked - as if they would all just pause once I reached a certain point. And now, I don’t remember everything.

Maybe it had to do with trying to avoid bedbugs under very uncomfortable sleeping conditions, but who knows.

A few days ago, I had a dream that a bunch of very worried “relatives”, who appeared to be generic black silhouettes who treated me as a relative, kept telling me to swallow some dill. Eventually they forced open my mouth and poured some dill in. I was gonna accept it just to get them to leave me alone, but then I got very suspicious and spit it out. I probably spit out most of it, but maybe not all. I don’t know if this is related or if its what I should’ve done.

Reference to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffjmyccRPMc

People who are not familiar with the political situation China might not appreciate the amazing courage of this man. By his bold denunciation of government policy, he was essentially asking to be arrested and imprisoned. This hearkens back to the examples of our ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary War, or of Christian martyrs throughout history. The night after seeing this, I had a dream which elucidated what a legendary statement this is.

2018-12-31:
It is like I am in France around the time of the French Revolution, and there is some obligatory ritual where an emissary from the monarchy has a ring from the Pope that he is holding over our heads, and expecting us to genuflect or show some sign of allegiance. I am fed up with this, so I am denouncing the whole affair, and shouting slogans of revolution, like "Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!" I am the only one shouting, but I know that others standing by feel the same way, although they might be reluctant to express it. At the end of my little tirade I shout, "I am an American, and I defy you!" Then others standing by shout "Amen!" I also shout "Amen!" as if to amplify the sound of defiance, even though there are not so many of us here. So the agent of the monarchy leaves disgraced, and I am standing around afterwards, communing with other poor peasants.

Then it is like I am in modern France at a museum exhibit, which celebrates the martyrdom of this revolutionary (who I was in the previous scene.) I am walking among the displays, and reading about this man who lived centuries prior, and died for the cause of liberty.

Then I am sharing the life story of this man with others who are here in the common area of a hostel in Paris or someplace in France. I am telling them about the extraordinary courage of this man, and what it took for him to stand up to the monarchy- that these people were putting their lives on the line, and they well knew it.

Then I go upstairs in this European hostel, and there is a courier envelope taped to the wall in a hallway. It is a special parcel with the personal effects of another guy who was staying here. Last week he left for a dangerous mountaineering expedition alone, and he told me personally that if he was not back here by 7:00 PM Saturday night, that it would indicate that he had gone missing, and I was to mail this envelope on his behalf. I check the time, and it is almost 7:00 PM, and I realize that he must have gone missing like he said he might; so I figure I need to do what I agreed, and to go the courier office nearby to mail this envelope.

Interpretation: The French Revolution followed on the heels of the American Revolution, and was in part inspired by it. Pastor Wang Yi of the Early Rain Covenant Church has stood up to the Chinese government with a level of courage that is worthy of making history along these lines. The courier envelope is a reference to the letters left behind by John Allen Chau while attempting an expedition to the island with headhunters off the coast of India. Another recent example of someone willing to lay down his life for a worthy cause.

I was in the second row down the stage watching their Dance performance when Namjoon stopped and approached me. I was in the second row near the stage. I was shocked and I asked," Do you know me?," (in my mother tongue ). He said that he knows my father and then I saw him get down of the stage and he went to hug my father. I asked them how they know each other. My father told him that he was his Teacher in Korea and then he had transferred to India. Namjoon told me that my father was his favorite Teacher as a child and that he would visit my Father after the concert.
And then I got up.