This dream was a once off, it occurred in Cooma in 2005, when I stopped there for the night, en route from Sydney to Melbourne. The day before probably deserves a blog post in it’s own right. I suspect that my english is not good enough to describe this properly.
I can hear voices in the distance. There is a large group of people. They are shouting. There is a fight going on. I cannot make out individuals as there seems to be thousands involved. There are many people who are very very angry, mostly women. A whirlpool storm is centered on a city. A conical shaft of pure white light rises from the center of the storm, high into the sky. There are no clouds, but it is dark. The beam of light rises on an angle of about 10 degrees from the vertical, and from my vantage point, slightly towards me.