this is how I know my dreams don't mean anything

I'm at some sort of fair or carnival with numerous rides designed to gyrate a human body in unnatural, unexpected, and even frightening ways until the person pukes. This carnival must be set up on a plateau on the side of a very big hill or a mountain, because in the distance in the valley I can see a pristine blue lake. My family is here, and so is Jim McK. from church. He brought three Sunday School kids with him. The weather is fine at the carnival, but in the distance on the pristine blue lake waterspouts are forming, spinning, dancing, and then shrinking and disappearing. Not a one ever leaves the water. Jim is very upset because a psychic saw the significance of the numbers five and three and told him that something bad was going to happen. He thinks he's going to get killed. Five, the number of adults, and three, the number of children. As dusk falls we sit in beach chairs all in a line, five big ones and three empty small ones, watching the kids riding the ride in front of us and screaming. The stars come out. Then Star Trek/Star Wars ships start flying out of the stars, completely silent except for the occasional pew-pew-pew of one of the Star Wars ships firing. One hurtles out of control at us silently, and Jim and I jump out of the way. It crashes right into his beach chair and smashes it. In the sky it looked huge, but on the ground it's no bigger than a sedan. Then my cat jumps on me and wakes me up.