I had this dream sometime in mid-November of 2018. In the dream, I found myself standing at the entrance of a small village that was surrounded by a forest of large tall trees and bushes.
It did not appear that anyone was in the village, and the environment was clean and very quiet. The houses were a relatively low-rise type. The electrical wires were overhead on poles typical of a rural village setting.
There was only one narrow road entering from the bush into the village, and I was near the entrance standing and looking in that direction as if waiting for something. I was about two hundred meters away overlooking a wooded area.
But something spectacular caught my eyes. I saw the entire area become covered with very bright lights, brighter than the sun, but clear and soft. A closer comparison might be of a reflection from a shinning side of aluminum foil.
The stumps and leaves of the trees and the entire forest were covered by this bright white shinning soft light. It was a magnificently, beautiful, relaxing scene.
In front of the bush was something similar to a glass booth under an arc-shaped object directly at the entrance of the road leading into the village.
In that booth was a figure of a man that was dressed in a complete white robe inside the booth. He was facing me, and he was looking slightly downward, preventing his eyes from making contact with me.
He was surrounded by a cloudy/foggy element revealing a translucent appearance of his figure.
Curious to understand what was happening, I quickly attempted to move a bit closer, and then, I heard a voice say, "you cannot come closer."
So, I stopped, and after a few moments, I attempted to take a few more steps, but when I was about a yard away, the ground began to move like a conveyer belt and breaking in layers.
Each layer was like a flat piece of a concrete slab that was falling and leaving a deep trench as it moved, creating a barrier between me and the area where the Object was.
Then I heard the voice once again say that the ground I was standing on would break and take me down in the hole if I attempted to move any farther. It was frightening, so I stopped.
The movement of the ground immediately stopped also, and the holes disappeared. As I stood watching the person in the glass booth, I heard a loud voice say, "it's your imagination," then I woke up.
The entire episode lasted for about fifteen minutes.