Had another one of these dreams again last night. They are always very vivid, very intense, very colorful.
I was in what was supposedly my house and several of my friends were there, but in another room. It was nighttime, and dark enough out that I could see the stars well just by looking out my big picture window in the back of the house. I must have been looking at just the right moment, because suddenly, from the middle of the sky, the light started to get brighter, and then like a lazer, a beam of light shot out of space and towards my right.
It seemed like it was very close, and that it had hit the ground. The sky was very lit up from this in amazing colors. I ran through the house to the front of the house, yelling to my friends what I had just seen. When I looked outside, it was striking right in front of my house, leaving a huge and deep gash in the front yard.
While the beam was striking right there, in front of my eyes, there were all sorts of visual messages I was receiving. They depicted what felt like a warning. There were images of a cartoon devilish character, and what felt like destruction, but at the very end an image of a seedling, or of grass regrowing. I felt like it was telling me that I need to meditate, that my very survival depends on it. I felt as if I didn't take head of this warning, I would not survive. I vowed to meditate more.
After the blast had concluded, we were looking at some art pieces that were on my wall. Apparently I had photographed them with a camera phone before the blast, and we could now compare them to what they looked like now. They were both redish (like natural clay red) and made of something like a clay material. The first one had been a depiction of jesus, or something like that, not the typical jesus picture tho, but more of a tribal depiction. The clay was now blemished as if from extreme heat, and bubbly on the surface.
There was another clay piece which depicted more of a mayan god, and had before been in a somewhat peaceful pose. It was now taking a more active stance. A feather in it's hand had transformed into a knife, ready to strike.
The atmosphere felt intense, and as I looked out to the sky again there were brilliant nebula clouds of colors forming, flashing and fading. All sorts of activity and it was brilliant. I noticed in the room where I was, was only some of my younger friends. Throughout the house there were two other rooms with older, and yet older groups of people. I tried to urge the younger of the two to come and see what was going on in the sky.
After sometime, maybe it was the next day, because it seemed light outside again, I went out to the front to examine the damage that had occurred to the yard. The yard was right up against a street, and the gash was the entire length of my house. It was only in front of my house - as if the message had been directed solely at me, however it was mostly parallel to the street. There was no grass, it was just like hardened dirt and there were all these mysterious shapes carved out of it. Each of the shapes seemed to be one of the parts of the messages I had felt I received.