Considering that dreams have become rare, I believe there have been budget cutbacks which make it difficult to stage the dreams created by my subconscious.

I was one of the lucky few who were spared genocide and planetary destruction. Our small tribe of humans in an old cargo ship piloted by unseen, benevolent aliens. Boredom wasn't a problem because there was an enormous window which afforded startling views of the cosmos previously unseen by homo sapiens. The destination ended up being an earthlike world which was twice as massive. Girding the world were three concentric, solid rings of some brown, non-reflective material. On this planet they didn't think about just sending up a small machine into orbit to do the work of a satellite, it was more feasible for them to create these megastructures to do the same job. The only living thing we saw, beyond ourselves, was a smooth snakelike creature that weaved its way between the rings then circled the ship.
There was a long wait while the aliens had us cleared with customs. When we finally made planetfall, they lodged us in a run-down motel without electricity. Here we learned that one of the humans hadn't awakened from her capture and was completely unaware of the genocide and destruction of our homeworld. They set up a long table and made me go ahead and awaken her for the bad news. I couldn't bring myself to share and each question that went unanswered served to make her angrier and more afraid.

The last thing I remember was standing in a corridor eating alien food. It was very much like a piece of overripe cantaloupe, nearly rotten, and I could eat it all without leaving behind a rind or any seeds.