Braaaain sluuuugs
Since most people I know seem to have a thing about posting their dreams, I figure I should share mine - especially as I just woke up.
So in my dream, I was coming home from school. I was on one of those short school busses, because (as in real life) my house was one of the further ones out into the countryside, into the stix of Lansing where most of the poor kids/farmers lived. So it always meant that the bus was a little rowdy, and this was no exception. I remember panicking in the dream because the bus went down to the lake, circled around the neighborhood near the power plant, then started going back up the hill - only the hill was at a ridiculous angle that I couldn't believe the bus could take. Yet the bus, inside, remained perfectly level whilst the outside landscape was tilted by at least 45 degrees. In retrospect, I can blame this on my flat, flat bed.
At a certain intersection, I knew the bus was not going my way, so I stopped and told the driver I would walk. He made some pithy comment, and then let me off. Although the walk wasn't too long, maybe what would be four or five blocks in the city, or half a mile to a mile in the country, I remember this sense of ominous foreboding. The skies had become dark without me noticing, and everything was veiled in shadow. "Hm," I thought, "this is creepy." When I got to my house, both my house, the trailer park across from it (out of real life) and all the neighboring houses down the street (not real, at least never present in my childhood) were dark in the nighttime gloom, as if someone had shut off the power. I could hear faint screams in the distance, a constant running series of howls from a terrified woman. I went inside my house, where thankfully I have never felt danger, and turned on the TV (okay, I know the power's off BUT IT'S A DREAM).
The news reports were full of panicked people screaming in the streets running from.. something. As I watched, some news reporter made some comment about how things were changed forever, and we had truly made contact with another form of life. As I watched scenes of Tokyo panic, some older Japanese lady's head exploded. I slowly learned that in fact, brain slugs had come to planet Earth, intent on infesting our brains with their slugginess - when I heard someone in the house. I ran upstairs and hid under my covers.
In came a nice, cutish guy about my age. I somehow managed to convince him that I would be much better off without a brain slug implant - not in the least because the brain slugs made your head warp in some weird way, as if half of your head had a large fleshy tumorous lump or something. Then my dad and some ... woman came in, and I knew that the brain slug propaganda was all wrong and that the brain slugs did not peacefully coexist with human minds inside their heads, because otherwise Dad would not have been with this random woman, a woman cradling a sleeping baby with a giant brain slug bulge right over its eye...
Then I woke up.
Ahhh, dreams.
So in my dream, I was coming home from school. I was on one of those short school busses, because (as in real life) my house was one of the further ones out into the countryside, into the stix of Lansing where most of the poor kids/farmers lived. So it always meant that the bus was a little rowdy, and this was no exception. I remember panicking in the dream because the bus went down to the lake, circled around the neighborhood near the power plant, then started going back up the hill - only the hill was at a ridiculous angle that I couldn't believe the bus could take. Yet the bus, inside, remained perfectly level whilst the outside landscape was tilted by at least 45 degrees. In retrospect, I can blame this on my flat, flat bed.
At a certain intersection, I knew the bus was not going my way, so I stopped and told the driver I would walk. He made some pithy comment, and then let me off. Although the walk wasn't too long, maybe what would be four or five blocks in the city, or half a mile to a mile in the country, I remember this sense of ominous foreboding. The skies had become dark without me noticing, and everything was veiled in shadow. "Hm," I thought, "this is creepy." When I got to my house, both my house, the trailer park across from it (out of real life) and all the neighboring houses down the street (not real, at least never present in my childhood) were dark in the nighttime gloom, as if someone had shut off the power. I could hear faint screams in the distance, a constant running series of howls from a terrified woman. I went inside my house, where thankfully I have never felt danger, and turned on the TV (okay, I know the power's off BUT IT'S A DREAM).
The news reports were full of panicked people screaming in the streets running from.. something. As I watched, some news reporter made some comment about how things were changed forever, and we had truly made contact with another form of life. As I watched scenes of Tokyo panic, some older Japanese lady's head exploded. I slowly learned that in fact, brain slugs had come to planet Earth, intent on infesting our brains with their slugginess - when I heard someone in the house. I ran upstairs and hid under my covers.
In came a nice, cutish guy about my age. I somehow managed to convince him that I would be much better off without a brain slug implant - not in the least because the brain slugs made your head warp in some weird way, as if half of your head had a large fleshy tumorous lump or something. Then my dad and some ... woman came in, and I knew that the brain slug propaganda was all wrong and that the brain slugs did not peacefully coexist with human minds inside their heads, because otherwise Dad would not have been with this random woman, a woman cradling a sleeping baby with a giant brain slug bulge right over its eye...
Then I woke up.
Ahhh, dreams.