Invasion

Last night I dreamed I was riding my bike through a neighborhood. Suddenly people were in a panic running or riding bikes up & down streets. I don't remember if I actually asked anyone specifically what was going on, but I did get the information that a group of someones or somethings were forcing people to gather in groups to take them somewhere. People suspected they were being killed. I jumped off the bike, let it drop to the ground and ran into a house. There were lots of people inside trying to house-hop, trying to hide from the group-who-possibly-kills. I did briefly wonder if they were Daleks or Borg or something. As the group went to each house, people snuck out back doors & through windows to the next house in which to hide. Those not fast enough were herded away.

I snuck behind a large couch and crouched there hoping to not be seen. A group of soldiers entered and I heard one of them tell the others to check behind & under every piece of furniture. I was trying to figure out how to get from behind the couch & out of the house without the soldiers seeing me when I saw my maternal grandfather, who passed away something like 15 years ago--July 22 now that I think about it, at age 84--sneak out from another room. He spotted me, grabbed my hand, dragged me towards a window and pretty much shoved me through, following behind me. It was suddenly night time.

We ran behind the house and ended up at a narrow canal or river. He pulled me towards some boats tied up to the canal/river bank except the boats were all several feet out in the water. He was about to grab for the rope attached to a boat and pull it in so we could get on but it was floating in the water and the boat was beginning to sink. Another older couple ran up to us, the owner of one of the boats. The man offered the use of his boat, except it, too, had the rope too far out to reach. There were people closer to the house still running around in a panic and the soldiers trying to gather as many of them as possible. Inside the house and outside we heard lots of gun fire. They were shooting at or towards many of the fleeing people.

I jumped into the water and swam to the boat. My grandfather yelled at me to just jump in the boat & go & to not worry about him or the other couple. I refused. I told him I could drag the boat to the bank so they could all jump in. My grandfather kept telling me no. He had been carry a suitcase which he threw to me & told me to just make sure the contents stayed safe. He was telling me that something inside the suitcase could not get into the hands of the soldiers because they would hand it over to whom/whatever wanted to kill everyone. In the meantime, I had just managed to drag the boat back so they could all get in. I got into the boat. My grandfather ushered the couple onto the boat first, but then the boat floated back out before he could on. I looked for oars to row back again but there were none. I was about to jump back out into the water, but my grandfather kept telling me to duck down & lay in the bottom so the soldiers would not see us & to not worry about him, he would meet me at a place he told me, but I can't remember now. Then I woke up.