Izis

This is old dream.
Alert. Everyone is hiding in the trenches, above which is a marquee.
We hear the planes. I looked at the sky. The planes are not planes but a UFO.
UFO descend weird bombs on us. I fear for my life and the life of my son. Fear, a lot of deaths. We feel that the end is near.
I follow only one thought in my mind, that if we die, that my son and I to be together in that moment.