Am on a very primitive human spacecraft. I'm not sure why I think that, because it looks very advanced to me. We are on a journey into deep space. I can see a spiral galaxy and we are moving towards the centre though, we are still far away.
The spiral galaxy looks beautiful, you can see through the centre of it. There is a line or bridge crossing the centre.
We are attacked. A group of heavy attack craft, capital ships. We cannot out maneuver nor defend ourselves. The hostile aliens have attacked our home planet, destroyed the cities, wiped out all life.
Our ship is badly damaged, most of the crew are dead. Another race intervenes. The intervening race are much more advanced. Their craft are extremely sophisticated.
There are rules. They observe. The hostile alien force turn their weapons on the non-hostile formation. The weapons don't appear to cause any damage, it's as if they are on another level.
The non-hostile group enters into a formation and fires on the hostile group, destroying their ships. In the dream, there is a larger battle taking place but I don't see it, I just am aware that the hostile forces around my home planet have been neutralized.
I am badly wounded or unconscious. I wake up and there is an alien sticking an instrument into my arm. It is very painful, the thing seems to puncture the skin and flesh and cut out a small section.
I feel very groggy and a thought enters my head to physically fight. The alien looks at me, I'm aware suddenly of how they defended our ship and how powerful their weapons were. Everything is lost, my crew, culture, everything. I lay back, defeated, reassuring it that I am not interested in a fight.