Friend or foe?

Date: 1/12/2019

I’m attending some sort of art school. There are people there from my college days. I cant remember what is being taught. One day I wake up late and rush to class, remembering to bring the book that holds the assignment I didn’t do. There’s not much details left for this sequence.... _____________ Right before I wake up...... There is a clearing just before a cliff that over looks an expanding ocean. I feel like it might be the Pacific, maybe in California. Then again this might not even be Earth. In the middle of the clearing there is a very large mobile home of sorts. It has been rented by a handful of families / friends, me included. It feels like we are all there on vacation. We had been there several days, but from the point i can remember there is a vivid event that occurs. All of a sudden we hear some other worldly sounds coming from outside. We all rush out. It must be like 12-15 guys and girls. Some are my close friends, some are friends of friends. We all look up and there is ?battle between what seems like a commercial airplane - and some sort of large interstellar ship - though for some reason i get the sense it was fabricated on Earth. It seems like the spaceship is projecting some kind of tractor beam at the airplane. After some close encounters between the planes, some acrobatics, the air bus type plane goes down on the side of the cliff about a mile away. This whole time we are recording video with our phones. All of a sudden the more alien like ship maneuvers to land in the very clearing my group has been spectating this entire event. Panic sets in and we all rush to get into the mobile home, which from the outside seems very futuristic and modular. Me and someone else make it to the top bedroom. Towards the top of one of the walls there is an additional space, closed off by a strange hatch and accessible by a ladder like one might see leaning against a bunk bed. I get into the additional space at the top of the wall, which is a small alcove slightly larger than the inside of a coffin. At the other end there is a jail cell sized window that overlooks the front “yard” of the home we are in - which is where we all were just standing, and incidentally where the spaceship starts to land. I’m fearful, but also constantly trying to think of an escape plan. But I’m trapped. My body will never fit through the window I’m looking through. Before the scene cuts out out, I catch a glimpse of the entity piloting that space ship. It’s human, but its skin is impossibly smooth and has a sheen that makes it seem like plastic. I get the sense it’s a robot - maybe an android. I can’t tell if its intentions are malicious. Perhaps I’m always optimistic about first encounters with extraterrestrials - and this might be the reality we’ll find ourselves in such a situation. Fear and uncertainty.