non-lucid

I'm home. A friend called me on the phone, I have to go with her ​ to a show. I'm running out, I sit with her on the bike, and she starts very fast to drive. I realize that I have on myself to thick socks, no shoes, sweatpants, gown and an old sweater. She leaves me in the middle of the road and tells me that she must go alone on this show.
I find myself in Italy, in a fairground. An old friend standing there. I talk in my sleep all the time in Italian. I'm still dressed like that, but on my feet I've got high-heeled shoes. I talk with him about his life. Very well I see all the colors in an amusement park, no matter what is darkness.
He begins to speak in Croatian. At one point, I hear a song, and he reminds me who's singing. Then I woke up.

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.

My job. I'm working. My sister called me and said to me that my mother was not feeling well. We take her to the doctor. Road, tlot's of trees. We walk across the road. The rest of sleep can not remember.