Dreamwatch : Aliens in the Storm
I haven't been remembering dreams much recently, but this one was a doozy of a nightmare, probably not helped by the stormy weather last night
I dreamt that I'd left a party somewhere to have a smoke with another person. For some reason we were doing this in a train yard, between two freight cars.
The mother of someone I knew came round the corner of the freight car running, she was trying to warn us of something when an alien (of the Alien film variety) leapt on her back and ripped her in half. She was still trying to warn us as the alien threw her torso into the side of the freight car and leapt at us.
I held up my arm and concentrated and, like the Desert Tiger in Gundam Seed Destiny, my hand fell off and fired large calibre slugs into the alien's head carapace stopping it in mid-air.
But we could tell there were more so we began to run. The rest of it was running and firing and and counting ammo, and looking for new weapons. We ended up being a bigger group as we came across other survivors, and then, one by one, they all died. As usual in alien films there were storms and blinding rain, and it was always dark.
Finally the person I was with at the beginning was too close to an alien when they killed it and it's acid burned through their leg. I watched in horror as this person dipped their left hand into the acid alien blood and smeared it over their own face, the flesh on both hand and face melting and bubbling. Through that ruined face the person looked at me and said something that carried the meaning "I did that so you would know I was serious, and wouldn't try and save me. Now go. I'll hold them here, you should be able to get to the shuttle."
They reached up and their ruined fingers burned my cheek. I touched my burned cheek and felt residual burning on my finger tips. I kissed my finger, feeling the burn on my lips as I blew a kiss at my brave companion and turned to run.
As I ran I heard the boom of their combat shotgun receed into the distance.
I reached a wide open space.
Aliens clustered around the edge looking for victims, somehow I knew that if I kept right out n the open, moved slowly, didn't smell of blood, and didn't make any noise I might not be noticed by the aliens who were intent on looking for prey where prey should be, hiding, not out in the open.
But I had to be absolutely silent. I carefully put down all the weaponry. I removed my shoes, I removed my coat and shirt which had blood on it. I walked unarmed, barefoot, and shirtless, out into a moonlit open space. I could feel the grass and gravel underneath my feet. I was halfway across the open space, right in the middle between the shuttle and my weaponry, when the aliens around the edge of the space all looked at me at the same time.
They seemed to be laughing at me. As if I had been foolish to believe that I could escape like that. As if it was merely their mental suggestion so that I would give myself to them freely. As one, they loped toward me and I prepared to die, my one regret being that my companion's sacrifice had been in vain, and I could have died with them, rather than alone.
I woke up at 2.35am.
I was sweating, my mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, the muscles on my right shoulder felt like someone had been punching them, and my left leg was feeling like it was about to go into cramps. I had this odd feeling that I had just missed something important, like I had heard the last ring of a phone call that I'd missed or there had been an earthquake.
I had to turn on the light, get up and get a drink and do a circuit of the house to reassure myself that the perimeter was secure. The wind rored outside and I heard strange thumps against the bedroom wall.
Surprisingly perhaps, I did manage to get back to sleep and then get up on time in the morning.
Oh, and happy birthday svendelmaus!
I dreamt that I'd left a party somewhere to have a smoke with another person. For some reason we were doing this in a train yard, between two freight cars.
The mother of someone I knew came round the corner of the freight car running, she was trying to warn us of something when an alien (of the Alien film variety) leapt on her back and ripped her in half. She was still trying to warn us as the alien threw her torso into the side of the freight car and leapt at us.
I held up my arm and concentrated and, like the Desert Tiger in Gundam Seed Destiny, my hand fell off and fired large calibre slugs into the alien's head carapace stopping it in mid-air.
But we could tell there were more so we began to run. The rest of it was running and firing and and counting ammo, and looking for new weapons. We ended up being a bigger group as we came across other survivors, and then, one by one, they all died. As usual in alien films there were storms and blinding rain, and it was always dark.
Finally the person I was with at the beginning was too close to an alien when they killed it and it's acid burned through their leg. I watched in horror as this person dipped their left hand into the acid alien blood and smeared it over their own face, the flesh on both hand and face melting and bubbling. Through that ruined face the person looked at me and said something that carried the meaning "I did that so you would know I was serious, and wouldn't try and save me. Now go. I'll hold them here, you should be able to get to the shuttle."
They reached up and their ruined fingers burned my cheek. I touched my burned cheek and felt residual burning on my finger tips. I kissed my finger, feeling the burn on my lips as I blew a kiss at my brave companion and turned to run.
As I ran I heard the boom of their combat shotgun receed into the distance.
I reached a wide open space.
Aliens clustered around the edge looking for victims, somehow I knew that if I kept right out n the open, moved slowly, didn't smell of blood, and didn't make any noise I might not be noticed by the aliens who were intent on looking for prey where prey should be, hiding, not out in the open.
But I had to be absolutely silent. I carefully put down all the weaponry. I removed my shoes, I removed my coat and shirt which had blood on it. I walked unarmed, barefoot, and shirtless, out into a moonlit open space. I could feel the grass and gravel underneath my feet. I was halfway across the open space, right in the middle between the shuttle and my weaponry, when the aliens around the edge of the space all looked at me at the same time.
They seemed to be laughing at me. As if I had been foolish to believe that I could escape like that. As if it was merely their mental suggestion so that I would give myself to them freely. As one, they loped toward me and I prepared to die, my one regret being that my companion's sacrifice had been in vain, and I could have died with them, rather than alone.
I woke up at 2.35am.
I was sweating, my mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, the muscles on my right shoulder felt like someone had been punching them, and my left leg was feeling like it was about to go into cramps. I had this odd feeling that I had just missed something important, like I had heard the last ring of a phone call that I'd missed or there had been an earthquake.
I had to turn on the light, get up and get a drink and do a circuit of the house to reassure myself that the perimeter was secure. The wind rored outside and I heard strange thumps against the bedroom wall.
Surprisingly perhaps, I did manage to get back to sleep and then get up on time in the morning.
Oh, and happy birthday svendelmaus!