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Odd dream:
Aliens were planning to come down to earth, motivation unknown. But years ago they had decided this, and to prepare humanity for their arrival, they had chosen a handful of people to be their heralds. Or something like that. I was one of those people. But there was something different about me. Don't know. They were coming down and reclaiming their chosen people, taking them back to their ships with no explanation, no warning, and not in the gentlest of manners. Except me. There was something different about me. When they came for me, they were... kind? Polite? Like they were asking my permission to take me away, but no one else got the choice. Of course, they were insistent that I go with them, but not rude. No idea why. The first time they came for me was when I was in a movie theater. People knew. People saw. People started calling me Messiah. Of course, "the government" either knew or found out about this, and as such wanted to use me for their own gains. (It's always "the government" - some no name agency, where all the men are older, balding, wearing suits that were bad even when they were supposed to be in style 20 years ago.) The rumors spread, and next thing I know people really think I'm the next Jesus Christ or something. "Touch my baby and make him better" kind of shit. After the legend grew bigger than the man, one of my friends (no one real, just one of those made up dream friends) started to point out that I was the supposed Messiah to total strangers, just so they wouldn't believe the truth, because it didn't live up to the hype. The last part of the dream, said friend had pointed this out to a group of people, and one of them didn't believe him, so for some reason they challenged me to a grappling match. I think I was winning when I woke up... I don't remember.
Aliens were planning to come down to earth, motivation unknown. But years ago they had decided this, and to prepare humanity for their arrival, they had chosen a handful of people to be their heralds. Or something like that. I was one of those people. But there was something different about me. Don't know. They were coming down and reclaiming their chosen people, taking them back to their ships with no explanation, no warning, and not in the gentlest of manners. Except me. There was something different about me. When they came for me, they were... kind? Polite? Like they were asking my permission to take me away, but no one else got the choice. Of course, they were insistent that I go with them, but not rude. No idea why. The first time they came for me was when I was in a movie theater. People knew. People saw. People started calling me Messiah. Of course, "the government" either knew or found out about this, and as such wanted to use me for their own gains. (It's always "the government" - some no name agency, where all the men are older, balding, wearing suits that were bad even when they were supposed to be in style 20 years ago.) The rumors spread, and next thing I know people really think I'm the next Jesus Christ or something. "Touch my baby and make him better" kind of shit. After the legend grew bigger than the man, one of my friends (no one real, just one of those made up dream friends) started to point out that I was the supposed Messiah to total strangers, just so they wouldn't believe the truth, because it didn't live up to the hype. The last part of the dream, said friend had pointed this out to a group of people, and one of them didn't believe him, so for some reason they challenged me to a grappling match. I think I was winning when I woke up... I don't remember.