A dream
Maturation
There is a missile-shaped delivery vehicle. In space, heading towards earth, going past it, going away. We catch up with it. It looks calm, serene… floating through space.
Holding it (in space - even in my dream I thought this was odd), it feels unusual, not to touch but at an emotional level. It’s held together with sticky tape (important? Alien technology with a homely touch - for heavens sake this is a dream!)
[cut] It’s in my kitchen. Has a small blue dot matrix display. It talks to me. It starts to open/evolve. I take it in my hands and open it. I know what’s in it before it is revealed: a tiny baby about the size of a little kitten, slightly slimy, with big eyes and a lolling head. Totally helpless. It’s weird but right. This helpless baby is an alien that’s been sent to learn about us and teach us.
[cut] The resultant creature looks like a human, albeit a midget. About 4 foot or so. Female. Middle aged. She has lived with us and learnt from us (had unusual events happened? A blank spot in the dream). She is going out. I feel it’s for good, but I can’t say why.
In my room I play with some alien technology she has given us. I press a button or combination or buttons that I have avoided touching. But now is the time. A black sphere, open at one side, appears on the bed. I get in, it’s tiny, I have to curl up. The sphere seals. I can’t see/hear/feel. I know there’s a long journey ahead of me and I should be scared, being trapped inside a smooth sphere but I trust the aliens (do I in fact morph with the sphere to be absorbed and regenerated into the alien form like the baby was earlier? I suspect this is how I survive the long interstellar journey but this is not revealed).
[cut] Years later I return. I am the same but different. I am with friends in a busy market place. I am like a weary traveller who has seen all and knows peace and universal secrets. I have power, I can tap into the very fabric of the universe. I must stop all this human frivolity and stupidity. I try to call out: listen to me! No one does. So I whistle. Suddenly, as though I have tapped into their very makeup, everyone around me joins in. We’re all whistling. Then silence. I say to them “Look at this” and produce a small bullet of silver. “Watch!” And I cause it to levitate. To shoot up in the air and return. To vanish; reappear. They are watching amazed. I know how to create things out of ‘nothing’ and to manipulate them. We are no longer bound by our earthly resources. Using this power we can end poverty and hunger, we can travel anywhere, we can stop war and have peace. We can be true children of the universe.
There is a missile-shaped delivery vehicle. In space, heading towards earth, going past it, going away. We catch up with it. It looks calm, serene… floating through space.
Holding it (in space - even in my dream I thought this was odd), it feels unusual, not to touch but at an emotional level. It’s held together with sticky tape (important? Alien technology with a homely touch - for heavens sake this is a dream!)
[cut] It’s in my kitchen. Has a small blue dot matrix display. It talks to me. It starts to open/evolve. I take it in my hands and open it. I know what’s in it before it is revealed: a tiny baby about the size of a little kitten, slightly slimy, with big eyes and a lolling head. Totally helpless. It’s weird but right. This helpless baby is an alien that’s been sent to learn about us and teach us.
[cut] The resultant creature looks like a human, albeit a midget. About 4 foot or so. Female. Middle aged. She has lived with us and learnt from us (had unusual events happened? A blank spot in the dream). She is going out. I feel it’s for good, but I can’t say why.
In my room I play with some alien technology she has given us. I press a button or combination or buttons that I have avoided touching. But now is the time. A black sphere, open at one side, appears on the bed. I get in, it’s tiny, I have to curl up. The sphere seals. I can’t see/hear/feel. I know there’s a long journey ahead of me and I should be scared, being trapped inside a smooth sphere but I trust the aliens (do I in fact morph with the sphere to be absorbed and regenerated into the alien form like the baby was earlier? I suspect this is how I survive the long interstellar journey but this is not revealed).
[cut] Years later I return. I am the same but different. I am with friends in a busy market place. I am like a weary traveller who has seen all and knows peace and universal secrets. I have power, I can tap into the very fabric of the universe. I must stop all this human frivolity and stupidity. I try to call out: listen to me! No one does. So I whistle. Suddenly, as though I have tapped into their very makeup, everyone around me joins in. We’re all whistling. Then silence. I say to them “Look at this” and produce a small bullet of silver. “Watch!” And I cause it to levitate. To shoot up in the air and return. To vanish; reappear. They are watching amazed. I know how to create things out of ‘nothing’ and to manipulate them. We are no longer bound by our earthly resources. Using this power we can end poverty and hunger, we can travel anywhere, we can stop war and have peace. We can be true children of the universe.