The skies were ominous. I knew something was terribly wrong, and it was as if i remembered it from the last time it had happened. It was still daytime, and i could see streaks high in the sky, colored squiggles of activity. Most people around me hadn't a clue what was going on. I knew that they were coming, in unstoppable numbers. The military knew it too, and the sirens started going off in various parts of town to warn people to stay inside. We began hearing explosions as some missiles were fired in defense, hoping to scare them off. Looking out at the horizon from the top of a hill, i saw that it clearly too late--there were literally thousands of ships on the way. There was no stopping them.
I found myself being transported via some kind of hang glider type thing, to a very small, slow train that was made simply of pallets on top of wheels. I rode on this train with Victoria and my son, Sasha, and she may have had a baby with her. We were discussing the safest plan for the children, and we agreed that it was best if i sent my son on to the end of the line while we jumped off. I really don't know where my son would be going or who was to receive him there, but at the time, it was the right thing to do. I gave him my cellphone and we jumped off the train.
The next thing i remember is being lined up and corralled by the invaders while we were given instructions. They each had a shiny chrome ship that looked kind of like a bumper car, only sleeker. They all had chrome helmets on, and spoke through loud microphones. We were informed that they had come to take over our species, and that we would be separated by sex. They didn't say what would be done with the males, but the females were instructed to take a vial of solution that would prepare us chemically for insemination. My heart stopped when i heard this. We were all about to be raped by aliens with the intent of impregnating us to generate hybrids. I felt my stomach retch and i leaned forward to vomit. Suddenly i wanted to know where my son was. I felt like i was losing my mind--how could i send my child on alone to some unknown destination in the face of such a crisis? I knew in that moment that i would never see him again. It didn't occur to me that i could call the cell phone i'd given him, it just seemed like the end of civilization, and the end of my life.
**note: i have been extremely ill for the past 11 days and my dreams have been like this--tormented, anguished and stressful. I think i'll try some GABA tonight, and get some fresh mugwort in hopes of bringing back the sweetness. Dreams like this suck.
