I was in India, I think, with a group of people doing some kind of research. We arrived at the building we would be staying and working in in the afternoon. After we got settled in & dinner was cooking, the sun started to set & I went east down a hill to a bluff overlooking a wooded valley & I saw rainbow looking things that looked kinda like Mewton's Rings but were more flower shaped kinda like a church window. They were kinda orangey, peachy against a grey-blue evening sky.
Maybe they were mandalas.
Newton's Rings explained

Arriving home, and it did look like my home sitting atop an embankment was semi destroyed. Water was gushing like from a river from the 2nd floor. The air was thick with the smell of wet burnt wood. Firefighters & repairmen were everywhere. People were in the midst of stopping damage, cleaning up and actually making repairs. I tried to tell them to stop and they refused. I asked what had happened & what had happened to my belongings. I was told not to worry. Nobody would pay me any attention as they remodeled my house that was still flooding.

Phil Donahue, with his long manicured fingernails, was driving around and around in the parking lot looking for a good spot.

Weird post-apocalypse crap with GeeBee. Malls, parking lots, trendy shopping, automatic gunfire, ravaged streets, desolation in the distance and a feeling of desperation in the air…..
I had a camera. It had a back about the size of a small iPad with a screen. The lens was large & interchangeable.

I was in my parent's garage when my sister rode up on a white horse. She was carrying a large classical painting. She was attended by a servant on a dark horse with a white marking on it's chest. Later, another servant appeared on foot.

Really bad leaks in the ceiling. I didn't have enough buckets to catch them all. I went outside & found I lived in a mountainous desert area and the house was built along a cliff. Kinda wondered where the water coming through the roof came from. I climbed the corner of my brick house to see if I could see anything on the roof. The bricks had horizontal holes in them & there were nests in some of the holes. A group of hispanic kids gathered around on the ground below me nd laughed at me, calling me an old man. They laughed and told me to watch out for snake nests.
I started to freak out.
I couldn't see any problems on the roof but I had a hard time climbing down.

I used a sickle to murder a man who worked at a cemetery. To cover up my tracks, I dragged his body into an old brick barn that had been painted white & I set it on fire.
It must have been Christmas Eve because the next day I went for a Christmas walk in the cemetery with my girlfriend (no idea who she was). A cemetery worker who was driving a truck while standing up in the bed (I have driven trucks like this in dreams myself) spotted us and chased us, releasing dogs to join in the pursuit. He was carrying a rifle. At one point he threw a net over my girlfriend, ensnaring her. He then proceeded to drag her around.
He handed us over to the police and, after awhile, they let us leave. We cleaned up and went to some kind of formal dinner & a parade. My girlfriend & I told a few of the partygoers about the incident. I did not tell anybody about the murder.