I Coulda Been An Alien Hunter
I'm not sure if the action-movie dream I had last night is a sign that I should watch less anime right before bed, or more, but wow, that was an unusually coherent plot. (I know dream posts are annoying and self-indulgent, but dude, if I didn't want to be self-indulgent I wouldn't be keeping a public journal, so whatever).
When the dream started I was an ordinary high school age boy living in a large high-rise apartment complex with a lot of friends and a nice boyfriend. Things quickly got kind of odd, though. The friends were all acting weird, and the boyfriend was going to great lengths to avoid me, including hiding in his apartment and pretending to be sick. Dream-me was getting seriously freaked out, so finally one of my dream-friends took me aside to explain what was going on - at some point in the past we had all been part of some secret MIB-style alien fighting organization, but something traumatic happened to me and I disappeared. When I turned up again a year or so later, I was de-aged and amnesiac, and couldn't recognize any of them or tell them where I'd been. Hence the boyfriend acting strange, because we'd been lovers before, and he was finding the whole thing extremely hard to handle. When she told me this, it triggered the recovery of some of the lost memories, which were...not pleasant (the big traumatic event seemed to have been the graphic murder and mutilation of my mentor and wow, that's the first time I can remember puking in a dream). So I ran back to the apartment complex to tell the boyfriend what I'd remembered.
And then the apartment complex was attacked by the alien enemies we were supposed to be fighting. In the confusion, I wandered off to another part of the city and stayed there for a few hours. But when I came back to the apartment, everything looked different, and the landlady in the front of the building told me I'd been gone for six years. I'm not sure how to explain how terrifying this was in-dream, to not only have this huge chunk of my life missing again but to know that my friends had probably been suffering the whole time I was gone. The missing time also muddled up the rest of my already-shaky memories a lot worse, so I had forgotten again some of what I'd remembered before the attack.
The rest of the dream was a lot of sneaking through the apartment building, which was occupied by the aliens, trying to figure out how to set up a secure base from which to attack them, and occasionally getting jumped out at by aliens I had to figure out how to fight off. There may have been crawling through airducts. The stairwells figure prominently in my visual map of this dream. Also, a lot of trying to find my way back to the boyfriend. I usually hate this kind of action dream because even in my dreams I'm pretty incompetent, but this time I managed to not die pretty well, and I think when I woke up we were in the process of launching a major attack. But this part of the dream is a lot blurrier.
I don't know, I feel like there are seeds of an actually interesting sci fi drama kind of thing in there, maybe something cyberpunk-ish. The memory tropes are interesting, if nothing else. I may have to put that one on file for later consideration.
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When the dream started I was an ordinary high school age boy living in a large high-rise apartment complex with a lot of friends and a nice boyfriend. Things quickly got kind of odd, though. The friends were all acting weird, and the boyfriend was going to great lengths to avoid me, including hiding in his apartment and pretending to be sick. Dream-me was getting seriously freaked out, so finally one of my dream-friends took me aside to explain what was going on - at some point in the past we had all been part of some secret MIB-style alien fighting organization, but something traumatic happened to me and I disappeared. When I turned up again a year or so later, I was de-aged and amnesiac, and couldn't recognize any of them or tell them where I'd been. Hence the boyfriend acting strange, because we'd been lovers before, and he was finding the whole thing extremely hard to handle. When she told me this, it triggered the recovery of some of the lost memories, which were...not pleasant (the big traumatic event seemed to have been the graphic murder and mutilation of my mentor and wow, that's the first time I can remember puking in a dream). So I ran back to the apartment complex to tell the boyfriend what I'd remembered.
And then the apartment complex was attacked by the alien enemies we were supposed to be fighting. In the confusion, I wandered off to another part of the city and stayed there for a few hours. But when I came back to the apartment, everything looked different, and the landlady in the front of the building told me I'd been gone for six years. I'm not sure how to explain how terrifying this was in-dream, to not only have this huge chunk of my life missing again but to know that my friends had probably been suffering the whole time I was gone. The missing time also muddled up the rest of my already-shaky memories a lot worse, so I had forgotten again some of what I'd remembered before the attack.
The rest of the dream was a lot of sneaking through the apartment building, which was occupied by the aliens, trying to figure out how to set up a secure base from which to attack them, and occasionally getting jumped out at by aliens I had to figure out how to fight off. There may have been crawling through airducts. The stairwells figure prominently in my visual map of this dream. Also, a lot of trying to find my way back to the boyfriend. I usually hate this kind of action dream because even in my dreams I'm pretty incompetent, but this time I managed to not die pretty well, and I think when I woke up we were in the process of launching a major attack. But this part of the dream is a lot blurrier.
I don't know, I feel like there are seeds of an actually interesting sci fi drama kind of thing in there, maybe something cyberpunk-ish. The memory tropes are interesting, if nothing else. I may have to put that one on file for later consideration.
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