To preface this I am a person who rarely remembers any dreams, like 1-3 a year maybe. This was an incredibly vivid dream and it wasn't about mundane everyday things like most of what I remember as far as dreams.

Setting: So it took place in a medium sized town in the mountains at night. I was at a house sitting a bit higher than most of the city. Across from the house there was a mostly empty parking lot (a few cars here and there).

I was in the house just hanging out with my girlfriend and a few other people and heard a loud boom outside. We went outside to investigate and saw fire and smoke in another part of the city accompanied by the sound of sirens. We were standing on the porch awestruck and I decided to look up which is when I noticed several (25-30) planes, all typical passenger planes, circling around in the sky. A minute or so goes by and then a few of the planes suddenly fly directly into the ground in different areas.

We ran into the street and looked up to see three planes heading right at the parking lot near us and blowing up violently, the sense of sound was incredible complete with being able to feel it in my body. Also at this time the city was complete chaos, explosions, smoke and fire everywhere along with people screaming and running.

After that it starts to get a bit fuzzy but I remember debating running or staying in the same spot. I also remember thinking "well this is either really fucked up or this will be where I die" but there wasn't a sense of panic or fear, just acceptance.

Well that's the dream (at least what I remember) that prompted me to post here for the first time, hope it's not too riddled with grammar or spelling mistakes.