I had a very bizarre dream a few years back. I've never had it again in my life, but this dream has stuck with me all this time. It was so vivid and so real, that when I woke up I honestly couldn't remember who or where I was. In my dream, there was a war going on. I'm not sure if it was Earth, but to me it felt like "home". All I could see was people screaming, running around, completely in a panic. It was night, everything was dark, and as I looked to the sky, I saw something incredibly beautiful, yet terrifying at the same time. It was the moon, about ten times larger than it would look normally; it filled nearly the entire sky. And it was cracked in half. I don't know what happened next, because I woke up abruptly. I've never had a dream like this before. Everything felt so real, there were no monsters, I couldn't fly, it wasn't like anything else I had experienced before. And I can still remember it so vividly to this very day. Any interpretations on this?