Dreams

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Alien Abductions

This is disjointed, but it’s what I remember.

KrisDi and I were in the house that we lived in (but it’s not our actual real-life house). The kids weren’t there because they had been abducted by aliens. KrisDi and I were kind of in shock. Alien “invasion” was all over the news all over the world (I think they even had the classic saucer-with-a-dome-on-top spaceships), and we weren’t the only ones whose kids had been stolen. I don’t know the exact means, location, or timing of their abduction — their absence was just a precondition of the dream.

One of the aliens came to talk to us. It was a remarkably peaceful conversation. It was tall (maybe 8 feet), somewhat squid-like except that it walked on land on its tentacles and didn’t appear to be sticky or slimy or anything like that, primarily dark gray. The tentacles it walked on made up about 5-6 feet of its height.

The aliens had only recently learned human language, so this was one of the first times they actually communicated with us. We asked it if it had taken our children, and it said yes. We asked if we would ever see them again, and it told us no. KrisDi sobbed, I was filled with a strange combination of grief, anger, and terrible fascination. I might also have been sobbing while talking calmly to the alien, in the way you can simultaneously do two mutually exclusive things in a dream. There was some other discussion to the effect of “Are they OK, where are you taking them…” etc with no answers that I particularly remember.

Then there was a major shift in the dream, and now some people and I were in some kind of underground structure, under the impression we were escaping from the aliens. We made it into a kind of open room near an exit, and there was an alien there (now it looked mostly like a big, strong human male — except for being a dark gray and having some kind of unusual collar that may or may not have been part of its body). It was acting peaceably, and saying something along the lines of “We mean you no harm”, but I felt the need to attack it anyway.

I grabbed it by the throat and tried to strangle it, but it was a bit like trying to strangle a tree. It seemed perplexed by my aggression and defended itself by pushing me away with its tentacles (which were also simultaneously human-shaped arms), coating me in some kind of a slimy material that was poisonous, sedative, corrosive, or something similar.

The other humans and I got out of the door and into an open area. I never actually saw these other humans — I just knew they were there.

The area reminded me a little bit of a 50s-era public pool in California. There was a bunch of tile and it had a kind of Mexican vibe to the decor and architecture. Somehow we knew a bomb was going to go off, and we went into some nearby buildings for protection. I went to try to wash off the slime, and had to go through three or four doors in the bathroom to get to an area with a sink, whereupon a found an old man in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, pulling up his long, black socks, and looking very puzzled at my appearance.

Then I woke up.

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Dream

It was sunny, afternoon probably. There was a cooler in the back yard (similar to our large blue cooler) that had goldfish and a bunch of floating stuff (like kids toys or something) in it. I was supposed to be catching the fish and moving them to another container of some sort. I had a little net in my hand to catch them. I was using some sort of surveillance system to look under the water and try to find the fish. Somehow this still involved me putting my face in or very near the water, although breathing wasn’t an issue.

I got one (it was white and black) pretty quickly and transferred it successfully. I went back to the cooler to look for the next one…I looked and looked, and didn’t see another one. When I raised my head again, it was late at night.

I was half-aware that I was dreaming at this point. I decided to try to wake up to see what time it was.

This was a mistake. It was a little after 2 AM, and I had trouble getting back to sleep.

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Las Vegas is a scary place in my dreams

In my dreams last night…

My family and my older brother’s family were in Las Vegas, inside some building somewhere. There had been rumors of an attack of some sort being planned in Las Vegas, and suddenly those rumors became more serious, I guess. We decided we needed to get out of Las Vegas, and I don’t know what our plan for doing so was, but KrisDi took the kids and went one way while I went with my brother and his family another way.

While hurrying toward a parking garage, I saw an “Information” sign with a phone number on it, and thought it would be a good idea to call the number and see what was going on.

Turns out it was some random dude’s phone number. It sounded like Ossie Davis (in particular, as JFK in Bubba Ho Tep). Ossie was confused about why I was calling, I was trying to politely explain the situation and how I got his phone number while also following my brother. In the meantime, I looked back momentarily and saw the top of a building exploding. Around this time, Ossie, still confused, distrustfully asks if I’m selling stocks or bonds or something.

Still trying to politely get off the phone with Ossie, we start semi-running down stairs into an underground parking garage. As we’re running down the stairs, things get more crowded with other panicky people fleeing, I reach an amicable resolution with Ossie, and I lose track of my brother’s family.

I decide to just keep going down for a while, in the hopes that I’ll find my brother. Eventually, I decide to just start looking through one of the parking levels. As I’m leaving the stairs, I run into Wilmy. I’m delighted, I slap his back heartily, and he appears to recognize me but not particularly care that I’m there. I have the impression he’s pretty focused on getting the hell out of the Las Vegas war zone.

That’s about the time that I woke up.

Things I think likely influenced this dream:

  • I watched The Big Short recently
  • I was cleaning up some stuff in my blog, which triggered a lot of re-reading of old posts, like this one
  • I’m going to Japan tomorrow, and visiting my brother and his family in Guam on my way home next weekend
  • The recent Las Vegas shooting

I haven’t had a dream this clear in a long time. It was nice to see Wilmy, though!

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One Strange Dream

This was a few nights ago, so I don’t remember everything all that clearly. To give background, there is this guy I work with, Eric, who lives in a somewhat rural area, collects junk and fixes it or repurposes it into weird stuff.

In my dream, we were visiting Eric, but his home was near San Francisco, on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge. He had lots (as in parking lot, or vacant lot) spread around with constructions in various states of incompleteness. As we were hanging out there listening to Eric ramble on about the various projects, for whatever reason, we decided we needed to walk to San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge, but not on the street level — in my dream, the bridge was covered, with a stair-step style cover that went across the top cables of the bridge. For some reason we felt we needed to go up and down those stairs to cross the bridge. I think in my dream, pedestrians were not allowed at street level (no idea if they are allowed or not).

We got to the bridge, and then we basically had to dive for cover. An old couple, like in their mid-seventies, were sledding down the stairs. Jostling down the steps at what seemed like 50 miles an hour — completely straight-faced. No smiles or laughter or fear or trepidation.

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Telepathic Snakes

Last night I dreamt there was a guy who bred telepathic snakes. He had a bunch at a research center in the city near the river.

One night while he was at home, there was an earthquake that destroyed his research center. He headed into town, and ran into one of his snakes. Telepathically, he asked it how things were going.

The snake was pretty calm for having survived the leveling of his home in an earthquake. “We’re going to head out into the country to [some particular location] and gather together the ones that we know of. Then we’ll start organizing search parties to try and find the rest of the telepathic snakes. We have to stay away from the river, of course.”

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