I was in France with my entire extended family. For some reason we were driving a British style car, with the steering wheel on the right side. I was driving and someone was giving me directions. They gave me shitty directions though and we got lost. I was too mad to keep driving so I just stopped outside this restaurant/ house thing. We went in to eat and I sat at this totally random table with a bunch of gay kids. As in homosexual gay. I kept flipping out about bad directions and then after our meal my family and I left. I ran back to the table where I was sitting and apologized for seeming like such a bitch. We went outside and it was night time. Everyone was staring up at the sky. When I looked up I saw the sky was filled with UFOs. For some reason I knew that meant the end of the world. No one believed they were UFOs though. Until I pointed out the crazy movements these objects were making were impossible for an airplane. Then I convinced my family we needed to get inside, so we ran into an airport. As we were running into the doorway of the airport the UFOs started to land. I knew that meant they were going to start launching the attack. So I ran up to each member of my family, hugged them, and said "I love you!" When I hugged my mom I yelled to her, "I have to see the Eiffel Tower! I have to see it before.." So she ran with me to the window and we looked out and in the distance I could see the Eiffel Tower. All the UFOs started launching missiles or something that looked like fireworks going off and I started crying. Then I woke up.