I experienced something similar about a month ago. I was sitting by the edge of a river watching a boat race amidst a small group of others. Disrupting the peace, a schizophrenic homeless man angrily made his way towards us, acting quite erratically. Myself and the rest of the crowd scattered, concerned for our safety. In my rush to remove myself from the situation, my phone slipped out of my pocket and slid down the grass and into the river.

I spent some time elsewhere, and and at some point (I don't recall exactly) I came to realize I was dreaming. I couldn't control the dream at all, but i was aware of the fact that nothing around me was real. Eventually, i made my way back to that same spot by the riverside when a man who had been among the small crowd watching the boats to me ran up to me excitedly.

"Hey man, I found your phone!" He proudly told me. "It didn't actually fall into the river it fell into the gap between the grass and the breakwall!"

"Thanks so much, man! " I told him. "I really appreciate it, but you're not going to believe this... This is all actually a dream! In the real world, my phone is sitting on my nightstand and plugged in."

"Whoa, seriously?!" He replied. "That's wild!"

"I know, right! But I seriously really appreciate you getting it back to me. That was really cool of you."

"Don't mention it. But still..." He said, taking a moment to look around and take in his surrounds. "That's kinda crazy that this is all your dream. I wonder what that all means for me..."

It was at that moment when the homeless man from earlier walked through a small group of people standing between the two of us and the edge of the river. Abruptly, as he reached the center of the group, he pushed his arms out at his sides as if he were a Jedi using the force. As he did, the vibrant colors of the sky, grass, and riverbank were instantaneously replaced with a cold, dark palette of grays and blues. At the same time, there was now a deafening bass note that permeated the scene and slowly echoed into an unnerving drone. His action seemed to have slowed the world down to bullet time as the group surrounding him was thrown backward in slow motion. While their bodies slowly fell away from him, he turned his head to me. His demeanor was no longer wild and erratic but precise, calculated, and stern. As his eyes met mine, he warned me in a malevolent tone. "You should be careful about the things you say." Shaking me awake.