reoccuring dreams

It's a dark and cold winter and I'm sitting in the living room, I hear the sounds of bombs landing closer and closer. I run upstairs and see strangers sitting under the covers in a dimly lit room, discussing how elastic the brain is. One of them says he'll do a demonstration as he looks towards me, suddenly my vision keeps zooming inwards and outwards, I could see something really far away as if it was right in front of my eyes. A man starts laughing happily and the room explodes. The weirdest thing is that this scene is always set in an old house I lived in before moving twice.

Then all of a sudden I'm looking at a map of what appears to be Russia, the room is completely white and I can't see the walls or floor. There's a man explaining that I'll be going here (points near Poland) which is only a short train journey from the rest of my family (points near Mongolia). When I try to ask what's going on and how that's not a short distance at all, the super-zooming vision comes back. But this time the man is being stretched vertically and he starts laughing maniacally.

After some more crazy visuals I find myself back at the house, in the room with the strange people. Looking out the shattered window I see a large smouldering crater and the silhouettes of planes in the distance. The door bursts open and a large crowd of people stampede in, cheering and waving their arms about. They lift me up and parade around the house.