It's not too late to hire me to write for the next X-COM, Firaxis
I had a dream that I was in some kind of meeting in a skyscraper when a bunch of space dragons arrived on earth, and somehow broadcast a signal that made all electronics play an announcement telling people to come outside and meet them. Everybody went outside, where the dragons were riding on big mechanical palanquins that were playing some kind of mind control music, which made everybody dance and frolic as the dragons ate about thirty people. Me and a few others from the meeting were like ‘no fuck that’ and we locked ourselves in the bomb shelter under the building to wait all this out.
Cut forward a while and things were kinda post apocalyptic, because half the humans had been eaten. Every day the dragons came by and did their mind control thing and ate a few more people, and we had to lock ourselves in the bomb shelter again to avoid that, but otherwise we just kinda sat around bored all day I guess. Then one day some kind of human resistance popped up. They hijacked all the electronics to broadcast a signal of themselves killing one of the dragons, with their allies, some kind of tiny aliens in microscopic tanks that looked exactly like hermit crabs with roller skates. This broadcast had inspiring music about how killing space dragons was a divine crusade, but I also distinctly remember hearing the phrase ‘dance floor’ in it.