2/15/17- Alien Parents

It was like a movie-ish dream about a guy named Jack something. When he was younger there was some sort of massacre or accident and all his family and friends were killed. These two aliens in a ship came down, and were searching or came upon him under some rubble, still alive and fighting. They decided to adopt him and raise him. They were short and stocky, hunched looking, rather ugly too. They were a couple, with typical English names to sound normal and innocuous, like Connie and Bill or something. The years passed and the aliens and this man were living as a normal family, in a semi-futuristic, partially post-apocalyptic type dirty world. No one seemed to see the aliens as strange or out of place. Soon, the aliens were discussing the man in private, and it was revealed they were obligated to take him in as a son when they found him alive. Perhaps they were responsible for the massacre, and since he survived their culture made them take him?

Anyway, suddenly, they actually decided to kill him for seemingly no reason, and surprisingly, time looped and we were back at the moment he was found and taken by them. It seems like it was a repeating loop for all involved. Later there was a point that he had a family, and the time came to tell his children that he was raised by aliens, so they had alien grandparents (but in the dream he said aunt and uncle). They didn’t believe him, so he took them to the back to look at a garden of tall plants and flowers. Suddenly, two tall white flowers, like a rose or lily, started swaying, and out came the aliens with the plant attached to their head, perhaps an antenna or something.

I can’t recall if the cycle was ever broken, or if the aliens changed their ways from bad to good, or good to bad. It was rather vague, but I remember in detail the English type names they had, and how stocky and short and U-shaped they were. Almost trollish or goblin-y.

During or after that dream, I saw that there was a group of men or young men, possibly including the man from before, and they were able to influence time and culture by killing certain people. It looked like they were walking through an old west type town, but with open cobblestone streets and fountains and shops. Their goal was to raise the technology level, so they would kill random people and the surrounding people and setting would change each time. So, the people started off with sticks or bows and arrows, so they would kill a couple people and see the weapons and tools turn into swords, repeat, and turn into bayonets and early guns. Metal began to appear on buildings and in structures. Sometimes things would backtrack or devolve so they would kill more people or be more strategic to make it evolve again. There was a point it seemed like the surrounding people had more advanced weapons than the group, but they were able to update their weapons. Luckily they never ended up full-on fighting.

 

I wish there wasn’t so much killing in this dream, but I suppose I can’t help it.

2/10/17-Sci fi dream

Dream 1: My friend S was at our summer vacation trailer near a lake in Michigan. He slept on the floor after sitting and talking with me and my family and friends all night. He originally didn’t plan to stay over but fell asleep. I remember I had a crush on him in the dream (not reality) so I was happy he stayed. When it was almost dawn I woke him up, I think because my Mom also was getting ready to go to work. He didn’t want to get up and looked at the clock and said it was still night-time, but I corrected him cos he read it wrong. It was actually 19:45 so it was 7 in the morning (I know its technically 7pm at night but my dream self was incorrect and confused). So he got up and walked home down the road a few houses away. I think….there were some dogs in the trailer too and we decided to walk them? I know there was a big dog for sure. I think the trailer became a bigger house, a bit dark inside because it seemed like afternoon or night time. There were some small children down the hallway in a room sleeping or watching TV. I think I went to the kitchen to talk with my Aunt (don’t know which one, maybe not even a real one), but it’s honestly quite vague from here. Just impressions and images and colors.

Dream 2: I can’t recall completely. Here are the notes I wrote down this morning. I will elaborate and record it more completely if I remember later. “In jail waiting but they call our name to go home with the song we got in for, but actually sort of a baseball game.” Yeah… no idea haha

Dream 3: “Space fighting with names running away. Also a shattered thing like very sharp blue metallic glass shards but don’t go into skin because its magnetic” OK, this one, I can vaguely remember. I was in a team or group, like sci fi warriors. We were running and fighting. Protecting royalty? But the woman we were protecting was shot by an energy cannon from behind while she was on her horse. Something exploded and there were shards of thin sharp metallic blue glass stuff everywhere. I was lying on it and trying to get up, being careful of my hands as I pushed myself up. But I looked and the shards didn’t pierce my skin. They were magnetized or polarized to be repelled by skin or something, so they didn’t hurt us.

Dream 4: A┬ápeasant man is made into a knight because he forgot his name or said the wrong name, so his Knight name is the name he mistakenly said. Something like “Edward Hand”. So the others marched him down in a parade for the other knights, who were chanting “new blood! new blood!” because now there would be new genetic material in the gene pool for them. I know… hah.