Alien Siege
Possibly the scariest saddest dream I have had in a long time, at least, that's how it felt when I was dreaming it. Aliens have taken over the world in a hostile manner. There are alien sympathizers, but what that basically means is that people get to do whatever the fuck they want to in a time of Marshal Law. I'm in middle america somewhere (gross), and I'm running out to our old purple 94' Windstar. I get in, and I can't get over 30-40 mph, though it feels like I'm going faster than that. Though I have a full tank, I only go a few miles until the gas is gone. Suddenly, a red fox crosses my path in the middle of a long dusty road. Something like that once happened in real life last summer, a beautiful coyote crossed my path in upper campus real early in the morning, and we had a moment where both of us just stopped and stared at each other for a few moments before going on our ways. When random animals cross my path, I take it as a sort of sign, for what I don't know. Anyways, van stops, I get out, discover a lovely young brown horse and I hop on, riding to the nearest building. There are different zones, and I guess I am trying to get out of the zone where there are evil human alien sympathizers. Wrong move, as I quickly discover the building I entered is an old slaughterhouse. I take the horse to go hide (and it magically gets much smaller as so to be able to hide with me). I take it and myself to a back room and lay down on the floor beneath a table to hide. A few minutes later, a big scary man and some of his family walk into the room, hearing the commotion of my arrival. I play dead, but my poor horse, who is like my best friend at that point (it's funny how two beings bond in high danger situations) gives us away. So I play dead, but its no use as my face is grabbed and it hurts. I am caught, they take the horse away to kill it, I am a goner. Glad I woke up to not have to dream about what they were going to do to me.
This is a running theme in my dreams: being attacked, running away, driving cars unsuccessfully, escaping, and evil. Weird.
In other news: big party last night, began cool, quickly turned into a nostalgia music theme which I greatly appreciated, but started to feel sick so I retired upstairs for the rest of the night and continued to fuck around in my room. :(
This is a running theme in my dreams: being attacked, running away, driving cars unsuccessfully, escaping, and evil. Weird.
In other news: big party last night, began cool, quickly turned into a nostalgia music theme which I greatly appreciated, but started to feel sick so I retired upstairs for the rest of the night and continued to fuck around in my room. :(