My Dreams #1 My First Legit 2012/Apocalypse-Dealy Dream

It all started off with me standing outside of where I stayed the night last night, and seeing the moon in the sky. However, it was ridiculously large and translucent, with the craters visible, and it had an eerie blue glow, then similar round shapes began to appear elsewhere in the sky. Strangely, I wasn't afraid, and everyone was looking at the sky, but none were freakin' or trippin'. The city was dramatically different; a different place (and presumably a different time) with strange shops I was unfamiliar with, but most likely based on a combination of places I've been before. There was a strange white helicopter with a lady in the front. I thought it was a lady, but her eyes gave it away. They were cold, and void of a soul. There was a strange hunger in them, and also a knowing, all covered up by a smile that stayed only on the lips. I got in the back for a ride with a little girl, who I don't remember clearly at all. The interior looked like a car with tan upholstery with fold up seats like a two-door. The driver pushed the seats forward and I instantly got a shock of intuition telling me it was wrong, I shouldn't be there, I needed to get out. As I left, I thanked her, but I never received any reply, just that awkward, cold stare. There was nothing human about it. For whatever reason, Stephen was in the dream and he took the little girl and myself to a little consignment shop where we found these crazy brand new platform Nike's. They were glittery silver and purple, patent black and white. They were simply amazing. I tried on a top, I think a skirt, and some lacy shoes. After that we left in his big blue SUV, only it was much stronger and bad ass in the dream. Perhaps it was a Range Rover? We went to a little concentration camp dealy way out around the outskirts of town in a thick forest with dirt roads. There were people in cages. I think the majority of the people in the cages were human, but there were definitely martians mixed in. I cannot remember the faces of any of the soldiers posted around, not even really doing anything. I bet they were aliens. I doused the whole place in gasoline and burned it. All of them must have been aliens (some better actors than others) because I heard no screaming when the fire started blazing. Then I hopped in the driver's seat and peeled out. The trail was covered with people but I plowed over em anyway. I remember a guy spread-eagled in the middle of the trail with legs sticking out in the path of the tires, and I ran him right over. I don't know if the people there were going to commit suicide, had already poisoned themselves, or some other reason but I was planning on getting the you-know-what out of there. That was pretty much it.