Dream 04/05/2012
This dream started out with me living my normal life. Working at Parasoft, my family, my friends and coworkers, going out to festivals and concerts, being into computers, all of it. Then what changed the world was first contact with Aliens. They were a lot like the Aliens from Mars Attacks, except they could breath in our atmosphere and weren't necessarily out to destroy us. In fact, what they did with their advanced technology was to rapidly build structures in a way that defies physics and things would just materialize. They did not interfere, necessary, but I did have the sense that we, the human race, became unknowingly and unwillingly subservient to them by the nature of their vast superiority to us.
I'm pissed I can't remember what I did to make them want to vaporize me (this was an outrageously long dream), needless to say something happened. In a very short period of time (a couple hours) I had to make the painful decision to abandon my entire life completely, be on the run, and live off the grid. The following events seem to all be systematic sequences of experiences that describe the process I underwent breaking away from my identiy and everything I knew and everyone I loved for the sole purpose of survival. Oh, and the aliens were indeed after me. Despite their advanced technology, it wasn't such that they had advanced detection techniques or anything like that (but they were good at things like hacking the Internet, getting to places quickly to follow up on a lead/sighting, and generally investigating the way a human would.)
I remember some scenes distincly but not all the details. I think I'm forgetting large portions of the dream, and large chunks of detail. I'll do my best to remember as much as I can.
I remember when I first started being on the run, I literally dropped everything. Never went back to my apartment (not even to pick up essentials), never went back to work or anywhere that there was a chance of people recognizing me. I rode a lot of trains and buses throughout the country, always trying to stay one step ahead but feeling desperate to contact my family and friends to inform them of my situation. At one point I find myself in an upscale hotel where my mom, aunt (Ano), and some male family member are there. Interestingly, the males I now don't recognize as anyone I know, but in the dream they were either family or in the inner circle. They don't yet know what's happened to me, nor that I'm on the run. They think everything is normal. We're in a modest room with two bunk beds, a desk, and not much else (a stark contrast to the Hotel itself). It feels sort of like Diary of Anne Frank for me, despite my family not knowing of my predicament. At one point I begin writing a hasty goodbye note explaining my situation but they start reading it as I'm leaving. This makes leaving much worse. I have the nagging sense that I have to continue on the run to avoid getting caught and that I had stayed for too long already. That was painful and I left them before they could really process what was happening.
I traveled to Seattle, San Francisco, New Jersey even, and all over Southern California. Throughout all that traveling, I took extra precautions to avoid getting caught. Paying in cash only (how I had all this cash, I'm not sure.. however, I was thinking about how I was going to survive once I ran out of cash), using a fake name, carefully casing entrances and exits before taking them, avoiding security cameras, and more. I was being more careful about everything than I've ever been in my entire life and more careful than I think I'd be capable of.
I was indescribably stressed and pressured throughout the whole dream, it was very unpleasant. At one point I was talking to someone I knew, again explaining my situation. I was also describing the crushing weight I felt of always hiding, running, looking over my shoulder, all to survive. Telling that person how hard it was made me think of giving up, but the effort I had gone through already and the overwhelming urge to survive kept me going. I also mentioned how I had to get good at hacking to be able to use the Internet safely, and even then extremely sparingly.
In my journey of being on the run and living off the grid but amongst civilization, I was at a rave. I remember finding comfort in large crowds of people, I wasn't as worried or stressed as I thought the masses would provide me the shelter of anonymity.
I remember another scene, as I think of it now, we were coming up to an unfinished bridge in some sort of bus or vehicle. To everyone's delight and dismay, the aliens finished construction of this massive structure in the matter of seconds while some human nearby narrated or explained the beauty, elegance, and perfection of the architecture and design. I found myself laying on a bed on top of this structure (which was now less of a bridge, but some sort of large rectangular structure with two intricate columns all in marble white (very old world Greek style but brand new). As it was just completed, people started walking by the top (not sure how everyone got there), prospective buyers. The aliens were there too, and I found myself laying in bed, under the sheets, stupidly thinking this was a terrible way to hide and an excellent way to get caught. For some reason I thought it would seem as though I was part of the covers. There were Armenians there talking in Armenian about how they were looking to be the first to buy this when someone announced that I (the man in bed) was the owner. At this point I decided to come out of the covers, I addressed the Armenians, and quickly plotted my escape. For a brief period of time in this dream, I now had super powers. Apparently I could climb walls and shoot webs like spiderman, and I also had gills to breath underwater. Since this rectacular structure was so large, high up, and over a body of water, I jumped over the edge, shot a web out, rappelled down to the water, dove in, and swam for miles to my escape. The aliens were there but for some reason I was not detected until I began my escape. However I had a large enough lead that they didn't catch me.
One thing to point out about this dream is the long periods of time with me traveling to destinations, the time I had to think, all the precautions, thinking, stress, and lonliness was there. Next I found myself near Parasoft and caught my coworkers Neel and Jason at lunch. Their immediate reactions were anger/shock at my departure and the disaster they had to deal with as a result. When I explained my situation to them (seemingly now just Jason), he was immediately sympathetic and in a way impressed at my initiative and the lengths I had taken for survival. I had to hastily say goodbye to them as well as I again felt the nagging sensation that I would soon be caught and had to escape. I would use my cell phone in short bursts before taking the battery out to avoid getting caught. This time my escape was by foot, zig zagging streets and avoiding major roads until I made it to my car. Another realization I made at this time was the absence of alcohol and drugs in society. Another effect of our subtle enslavement by the Aliens perhaps. My impression was marginally increased productivity at the cost of now a large sensation of overall dullness, enthusiasm, "life". Society as a whole seemed to be becoming more routine, robotic, lifeless.
I carefully scoped out the car before getting in and driving. My car was now the primary means of transportation for me. For whatever reason, it was safe to drive and not be caught. I started driving up the 15N again on a journey, again full of planning my next move and all the stress. I thought about all I had left behind, how so many must have been hurt by my disappearance, and it pained me. I had tried living in foreign cities, getting cash jobs of no questions asked, but one way or another human reliance on technology always caused me to feel the need to get back to running. I thought of where to go next when finally I knew what I had to do.. I had to prepare. I needed to start reading books on outdoor survival, gathering the necessary supplies, and live out in the wilderness away from people, society, and civilization. It would be the only way I could live in peace and comfort without the fear of being caught.
I then woke up. Walking to the bathroom just now was a very odd sensation. My trepidation before each corner, wondering if this was the last corner I'd turn before being discovered was still there. Ugh, gotta shake that feeling off.
I'm pissed I can't remember what I did to make them want to vaporize me (this was an outrageously long dream), needless to say something happened. In a very short period of time (a couple hours) I had to make the painful decision to abandon my entire life completely, be on the run, and live off the grid. The following events seem to all be systematic sequences of experiences that describe the process I underwent breaking away from my identiy and everything I knew and everyone I loved for the sole purpose of survival. Oh, and the aliens were indeed after me. Despite their advanced technology, it wasn't such that they had advanced detection techniques or anything like that (but they were good at things like hacking the Internet, getting to places quickly to follow up on a lead/sighting, and generally investigating the way a human would.)
I remember some scenes distincly but not all the details. I think I'm forgetting large portions of the dream, and large chunks of detail. I'll do my best to remember as much as I can.
I remember when I first started being on the run, I literally dropped everything. Never went back to my apartment (not even to pick up essentials), never went back to work or anywhere that there was a chance of people recognizing me. I rode a lot of trains and buses throughout the country, always trying to stay one step ahead but feeling desperate to contact my family and friends to inform them of my situation. At one point I find myself in an upscale hotel where my mom, aunt (Ano), and some male family member are there. Interestingly, the males I now don't recognize as anyone I know, but in the dream they were either family or in the inner circle. They don't yet know what's happened to me, nor that I'm on the run. They think everything is normal. We're in a modest room with two bunk beds, a desk, and not much else (a stark contrast to the Hotel itself). It feels sort of like Diary of Anne Frank for me, despite my family not knowing of my predicament. At one point I begin writing a hasty goodbye note explaining my situation but they start reading it as I'm leaving. This makes leaving much worse. I have the nagging sense that I have to continue on the run to avoid getting caught and that I had stayed for too long already. That was painful and I left them before they could really process what was happening.
I traveled to Seattle, San Francisco, New Jersey even, and all over Southern California. Throughout all that traveling, I took extra precautions to avoid getting caught. Paying in cash only (how I had all this cash, I'm not sure.. however, I was thinking about how I was going to survive once I ran out of cash), using a fake name, carefully casing entrances and exits before taking them, avoiding security cameras, and more. I was being more careful about everything than I've ever been in my entire life and more careful than I think I'd be capable of.
I was indescribably stressed and pressured throughout the whole dream, it was very unpleasant. At one point I was talking to someone I knew, again explaining my situation. I was also describing the crushing weight I felt of always hiding, running, looking over my shoulder, all to survive. Telling that person how hard it was made me think of giving up, but the effort I had gone through already and the overwhelming urge to survive kept me going. I also mentioned how I had to get good at hacking to be able to use the Internet safely, and even then extremely sparingly.
In my journey of being on the run and living off the grid but amongst civilization, I was at a rave. I remember finding comfort in large crowds of people, I wasn't as worried or stressed as I thought the masses would provide me the shelter of anonymity.
I remember another scene, as I think of it now, we were coming up to an unfinished bridge in some sort of bus or vehicle. To everyone's delight and dismay, the aliens finished construction of this massive structure in the matter of seconds while some human nearby narrated or explained the beauty, elegance, and perfection of the architecture and design. I found myself laying on a bed on top of this structure (which was now less of a bridge, but some sort of large rectangular structure with two intricate columns all in marble white (very old world Greek style but brand new). As it was just completed, people started walking by the top (not sure how everyone got there), prospective buyers. The aliens were there too, and I found myself laying in bed, under the sheets, stupidly thinking this was a terrible way to hide and an excellent way to get caught. For some reason I thought it would seem as though I was part of the covers. There were Armenians there talking in Armenian about how they were looking to be the first to buy this when someone announced that I (the man in bed) was the owner. At this point I decided to come out of the covers, I addressed the Armenians, and quickly plotted my escape. For a brief period of time in this dream, I now had super powers. Apparently I could climb walls and shoot webs like spiderman, and I also had gills to breath underwater. Since this rectacular structure was so large, high up, and over a body of water, I jumped over the edge, shot a web out, rappelled down to the water, dove in, and swam for miles to my escape. The aliens were there but for some reason I was not detected until I began my escape. However I had a large enough lead that they didn't catch me.
One thing to point out about this dream is the long periods of time with me traveling to destinations, the time I had to think, all the precautions, thinking, stress, and lonliness was there. Next I found myself near Parasoft and caught my coworkers Neel and Jason at lunch. Their immediate reactions were anger/shock at my departure and the disaster they had to deal with as a result. When I explained my situation to them (seemingly now just Jason), he was immediately sympathetic and in a way impressed at my initiative and the lengths I had taken for survival. I had to hastily say goodbye to them as well as I again felt the nagging sensation that I would soon be caught and had to escape. I would use my cell phone in short bursts before taking the battery out to avoid getting caught. This time my escape was by foot, zig zagging streets and avoiding major roads until I made it to my car. Another realization I made at this time was the absence of alcohol and drugs in society. Another effect of our subtle enslavement by the Aliens perhaps. My impression was marginally increased productivity at the cost of now a large sensation of overall dullness, enthusiasm, "life". Society as a whole seemed to be becoming more routine, robotic, lifeless.
I carefully scoped out the car before getting in and driving. My car was now the primary means of transportation for me. For whatever reason, it was safe to drive and not be caught. I started driving up the 15N again on a journey, again full of planning my next move and all the stress. I thought about all I had left behind, how so many must have been hurt by my disappearance, and it pained me. I had tried living in foreign cities, getting cash jobs of no questions asked, but one way or another human reliance on technology always caused me to feel the need to get back to running. I thought of where to go next when finally I knew what I had to do.. I had to prepare. I needed to start reading books on outdoor survival, gathering the necessary supplies, and live out in the wilderness away from people, society, and civilization. It would be the only way I could live in peace and comfort without the fear of being caught.
I then woke up. Walking to the bathroom just now was a very odd sensation. My trepidation before each corner, wondering if this was the last corner I'd turn before being discovered was still there. Ugh, gotta shake that feeling off.