This dream from June 2014 is a dream filled with complete devastation.
An unknown civilization from tens of thousands of light years away had teleported, and appeared over a nearby city. I stood at the balcony of old Courtyard No. 5, and saw its unannounced arrival.
Without any sign of warning or hesitation, it carried out an attack. Spheres of blue light were released by its carrier. Wherever they went, the space collapsed and all matter was ripped into atoms. People's souls were trapped wandering between two-dimensional and three-dimensional space...But I actually felt a broader sense of freedom for the very first time; one that could only be brought about by the release from the chains of one's own dimension.
Even after my body was enveloped by one of the blue spheres, the sense of shock didn't fade. I became aware of a new classification of nameless power. Intriguingly, this war was unlike any other than mankind had seen before. Although devastating, it was also ironically magnificent. Many years later, I still find myself comforted and amazed by the memory of the moving display of fireworks from that dream, and don't think I will ever willingly give up the memory.