Anyhow, saw said person, told them to look up at the sky, counted down from 3 and suddenly a helicopter appeared. But it wasn't going to be carrying a corny message that hang behind planes when people propose. Oh no. Suddenly, pew pew. Then more helicopters. And more shooting.
Anyways turns out WW3(4?) started. After watching the fireworks for a while, we decided to find somewhere safer to go (despite the action still being far away for now). All I remember after that is being at the habour, everything was derelict and abandoned and water was reclaiming the walking surfaces. Polar caps melting already? So yeah, I woke up about then.
Also in a previous dream I dreamt that I went back to the previous house we lived at and my cat was still alive. I miss my cat.