Re: Weird Dream Thread
I was part of a small alien squadron where our race looked just like earthlings, only adults were only the size of normal children. Once we hit some senior age, we sprouted up into lanky beings. However, while we were floating over Earth, we got into a dogfight with another visitors alien ships. Our ships then crashed in the woods around what was the area of my high school. However, in this dream, there was no school there. Instead, our attack ships were small crafts, easily hidden by the woods, albeit separated from each other. We were encircled around the giant open space that our large craft crash landed in. Apparently our concept of time was much different than that of the humans, because for some reason, we were surprised to find out one day that they had found and converted our down ship INTO the high school that I irl attended. Our little squadron o' six included myself as second in command to another tall white male, while the rest of us were apparently assembled up by some early 90's tv racial diversity group. My god, I even commented in the dream "What is this, fucking power rangers?" which provides some strange, almost anachronistic, contradiction, as we knew very little of these humans.
So there we were, our ships successfully hidden in the woods while our mothership had been converted to a normal high school. No, apparently there was no government contacted about it. I don't even remember what the ship looked like before it got converted. For all intents and purposes, I assume what we were driving looked EXACTLY LIKE a high school, hallways, classrooms, blackboards, desks, tables, chairs, and all, cuz I have no idea how it was changed that quickly and quietly. In order to see what the hell was going on, we enrolled into the school and tried to pull information about the administrators, who I suspected KNEW we were aliens from how little questions we were given on our background. As a matter of fact, the way we enrolled was by coming up to what looked like a bank teller/movie theater window, where we came up and asked what was going on here, offense and confusion in our voices. He then looked at us with shifty eyes, and wrote fake names down on some tickets and handed it to us. I even remember thinking it seemed kinda racist to give the Hispanic looking one the last name of Rodriguez. (once again, another complete contradiction to my alien dream)
We had to blend in with the regular children, strangely enough, none of which resembled a single person I actually knew in high school. I was well taken in, as well as some of our other members, but no one became as instantly popular as our leader. After some talks with him about how we could go home, I grew more and more suspicious of the idea that he never wanted to go back. During all this time we lived our lives in the woods when not in school. Most of us set up hammocks high in the trees or tents on the ground, but when going over to where I thought he was positioned, I found he was living out of his craft, which, although damaged, was still fully capable of space travel. After bringing the rest of the team to his site, there was a large argument about him placing himself over the team and him trying to suggest we were all lying to ourselves because of how much we enjoy the school. I was able to convince him to let me take his craft (which can only fit one of us) and go back home.
Once I got back, I had to make an official report with many high courts and councils and tell them whether or not I thought he was going rogue, and although I wanted to hurry for the sake of my team, I didn't help matters by refusing to give up on him. The only way to help everyone while salvaging our ships on earth was to either take the spare parts that we needed for the broken ships or haul them back by some tractor-beam towing. I don't quite recall what we did since I woke up before the trip back, but the point was, I had to bring back a whole other squadron. Once I got back, my team got onto their ships, (again, I don't know if they were getting fixed or towed) while I had a heart to heart with him, telling him I've never trusted my hands in anyone's life before but I have ever since I've been in his squadron, which was apparently a long time, and I considered him my best friend. I almost convinced him to come back, but we ended up parting ways, with him giving me control of the squad. (I'm not entirely sure leadership is just handed out like that, considering how many courts I had to talk to on our home planet) but not before I watched him go back to his Earth friends. When they asked who I was and why I was only with them a short time, he told them we were brothers, and that I'd be back to visit plenty of times. I assured them and him that I would. I woke up before I got back to my ship.
Last dream, and I have to say it's the most fucked up dream I've ever had. This dream doesn't even break into the weirdness slowly, instead it starts off with me screaming in shock because not only have I grown an extra dick below my actual one I've also grown four vestigial cocks either side, all of which are as thin and twice as long as a biro ink cartridge. So you can see why I'm screaming in shock. Not only that but my hair was falling out, and for some reason there was a man teaching math in my living room. That dream didn't last too long, but it was long enough for my liking. I'll take my murder dreams over that dream any day of the week.
HAHAHAHA! That's the greatest dream I've ever heard. ESPECIALLY the man in your living room.
