Dreamt that I was running away from the police or FBI or CIA for some reason, but they weren't after me because I committed a crime, but rather did something that went against their interests (I think, I can't remember that part well). I remember that I got near home and I transformed into a 2meter tall black man (I'm a 1.66cm tall white guy). I was actually even taller than that because I somehow was squatting and I was walking around with my head between my knees and was as tall as my sister (160cm or so). There was a huge crowd inside my tiny house and I escaped with my sister to the small bathroom. After that I returned to normal and escaped from there.
I was at a road by myself and I found an old friend of mine, and asked him for a ride. I found myself inside his truck (or so I thought), and I was seeing the cars on the highway passing by us (we weren't moving yet). Then this truck comes straight at us without stopping and I panicked, but it went right below us. I realised I was in some sort of flying vehicle. We started moving towards a gas station. When we got out, I noticed that the vehicle somewhat resembled a very small zeppelin, though the dashboard was just like a normal car. It was hovering above the filling spot. There was a metal chain tying the vehicle down.
As we entered the convenience store to pay, I noticed my friend had an equal metal chain around his waist, and that the loose end was pointing in my direction, as if pulled by a magnet. I looked behind me, and I saw our moon really close to the planet, and another moon right behind it, and another planet Earth behind that moon. All of them in a straight line, all of them extremely close to each other and they seemed to be moving towards our planet. I tried to tell my friend but I was just speechless. Everyone inside the convenience store then saw it, and their reaction was just like as if a baby started crying (people would look but they wouldn't have any reaction to it). It was like everyone accepted their lives ended there. Same for me, I completely accepted it.
After standing still for a few seconds waiting for the end of the world, everyone went back to their normal lives again, and my friend paid for some chips and gas at the register. We went out, the sky now dark, and the moon hadn't crashed into our planet. Instead, it had docked with the Earth. If we looked to the front, instead of seeing the sky and the horizon, we would see the moon's surface and yellow/orange light could be seen coming from windows on the moon (as if the surface was a wall and the houses were built inside the moon). Apparently we were living in an age where people lived on the moon since that didn't surprise me, but it was a very beautiful image. That moment felt like those cliffhangers in sci-fi shows.
Then I woke up with my alarm clock. A shame, that dream had a lot of potential.
