Dream I had recently - A hero of an alien apocalypse.

I was on vacation at a tropical island resort. I remember trekking through the jungle with some friends when an alien fighter jet came screeching overhead and beyond, bombing a little village below. At that moment I knew I must return home to see if any loved ones were left alive. I didn't know how I was going to get there, but I must go.

After a long journey (civilization was gone by this point, and so no cars or electricity) I arrive at what was once my city, now surrounded by great walls and gloom. Figuring out a way to get in, I see that people are being kept alive for use as labor and other terrible exploitation. This starts the next phase of my dream.

I refuse to give in and give up hope, so I help to form a resistance. Part of how the aliens were able to do what they did was they could neutralize human technology. So we commandeered a WW2 fighter plane graveyard, and I remember flying one of those things with all the passion I could to free humanity from it's terrible bonds. My dream ends in a final decisive assault.