Dream – May 11, 2009
Dream – Alien War.
This is one of those novel-type dreams with some sort of subplots and characters. Perhaps I was influenced by too much Star Trek lately.
There are aliens on a planet that look like humans. They are fighting various groups that seem like the dregs of society on the planet. There are special glasses that can be used to determine what type of under armor metal exists beneath the skin.
What more is that there seems to be either a civil war between the alien race, or some type of power struggle for leadership.
In the dream I am a human, and sympathetic to the cause of humans that believe in what the aliens are trying to accomplish. I believe that I am walking and fighting amongst other humans that I have known for years.
This group of human beings has a stockpile of weapons, each one designed to dissolve the metal of the alien skin depending on what type of alien they are. There are special glasses to see clearly. There are special weapons of defense.
I am handed a set of glasses, and when I put them on, I discover that most of my friends are aliens. Internally, I am surprised, but they are all looking at me as if to say – you know our secret now – and testing my reaction to see if I would reveal their true identities. They hand me a weapon and invite me to come along in their next fight.
The fight takes place in what seems to be a very run down, crack infested hotel. I am to hide in the bathroom until I am called upon. The bathroom is disgusting, with two toilets, one of which has overflowed onto the floor. There’s piles of wet and soggy toilet paper that I must step into. I finally stand up on top of the second toilet to avoid walking in the mush.
There’s now chasing, and firing of the special weapons. My particular gun shoots a chemical goo onto the skin of an alien. It the goo matches the metal of the alien, it starts to disintergrate the skin. If it is not a match, it just angers the alien and it will start fighting with me.
The aliens they are fighting against someone send a magnetic wave, which bleaches the skin and bones of my friends. They all look ghostly now, with pale white skin and features. Since I am human, I am not affected by this magnetic attack – and am able go go forward and gun down the leader of the group.
I shoot my gun, and this alien / man starts to crackle, and I can see a webbing of energy / chemical mix start to attack his system. Soon he is gone.
EOD
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