My dream
I'm walking around our house, which has become a farm, chasing a cow around
I wake up
My room has been replaced with a longer octagon shaped room, where apparently one can walk up the walls and on the ceiling. Everyone is having a grand time hopping upside down, until one man playfully tosses his kid, which proceeds to fall to the floor and crack open like a ripe melon. Things start to go bad.
I wake up
I run outside to find our backyard replaced with an ampitheatre, filled with people crying over lost limbs, and open wounds that won't heal. As they all sit and cry to me, arms, legs, feel, noses, all continue to fall off, and sore's continue to open. They're literally falling apart.
I wake up
I run back into my room to find Bryan, and asking him if reality is coming apart by the seems. He says he doesn't know. I return to the living room to find static on the T.V. which then melts off the screen, and starts covering my feet on the floor
I wake up
I rush around the house in a panic, and finally going into Caleb's room to find a pile of fleshy matter in his bed
I wake up
I cannot move my limbs, or open my eyes, no matter how desperately I try. Finally I will myself to sit up, I walk over to caleb's door with the intent of knocking, but then decide to check the clock on the stove
7:58, which is a good sign that I'm not dreaming anymore.
I'll get to the aliens later.
I wake up
My room has been replaced with a longer octagon shaped room, where apparently one can walk up the walls and on the ceiling. Everyone is having a grand time hopping upside down, until one man playfully tosses his kid, which proceeds to fall to the floor and crack open like a ripe melon. Things start to go bad.
I wake up
I run outside to find our backyard replaced with an ampitheatre, filled with people crying over lost limbs, and open wounds that won't heal. As they all sit and cry to me, arms, legs, feel, noses, all continue to fall off, and sore's continue to open. They're literally falling apart.
I wake up
I run back into my room to find Bryan, and asking him if reality is coming apart by the seems. He says he doesn't know. I return to the living room to find static on the T.V. which then melts off the screen, and starts covering my feet on the floor
I wake up
I rush around the house in a panic, and finally going into Caleb's room to find a pile of fleshy matter in his bed
I wake up
I cannot move my limbs, or open my eyes, no matter how desperately I try. Finally I will myself to sit up, I walk over to caleb's door with the intent of knocking, but then decide to check the clock on the stove
7:58, which is a good sign that I'm not dreaming anymore.
I'll get to the aliens later.