i think i had the mother of all Dark Man Dreams last night.
i'm taking in a beautiful sunset somewhere by the water's edge. A bright star above the horizon; must be Venus, i think. Then i spot another. Perhaps that one's Mars. But now i see a cluster... hmm, is that Cassiopaea on the horizon?! No. It's an expanding vista of white specks which, though individually stationary to my eye, seem to stream overhead into the encroaching darkness. It looked like this 'fleet' that was filmed over Mexico, except that it was night-time. i'm in awe watching this unfold before my eyes, and naturally begin to wonder if these are UFOs.
A couple of people wander near, one beating a bongo drum. Distracted into my own thoughts about why i don't play a musical instrument, i have an urge to join in with them, and reluctantly beckon the wandering musicians to sit with me. i point out the scene overhead, but they seem nonplussed by it. Perhaps they reason that “it's just stars” and nothing extraordinary. Perhaps they can't see these lights at all?
My dream then takes me through various combinations of friends from the past as we giggle and play-act throughout the night. Now it's daytime once more. i find myself engrossed with some dates displayed on the wall of a building, pondering whether they are of any numerical significance. i'm just about to step indoors, when i spot a craft hovering motionless nearby. Though i barely glimpsed it in my peripheral vision as i stepped inside the building/house, i have an unmistakable sense of recognition about what i had just seen. Without sticking my neck out to verify my sight, i somehow know that there are hundreds of these craft all around, some right down at street level. Furthermore the one i spotted first somehow had it's “sights trained on me,” as if these craft were conscious entities-in-themselves. i'm terrified, daunted, excited, and thinking, “well, they've 'arrived'!” Even now as I type this I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach from the vivid shock of this dream.
The craft looked like full-size versions of the tiny ones in the movie Batteries Not Included, except these were definitely not cute! Probe-like, they were moving very slowly through the neighbourhood, some now down at window level. i struggle to remain out of view - i think that somehow, if they don't see me, i'll be ok. i feel alone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else about. Where has everyone gone? It's becoming ever more difficult to hide because the building i'm in is open-plan and everywhere i turn i sense one of these malevolent craft just around the corner.
My panic increases. i feel helpless. All that is left for me to do is bury myself under as much bedding as i can find. It's only a matter of time before they lift the covers...
Then i wake up with that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and begin writing down what happened. Possibly one of the most vivid dreams i can remember. perhaps because the emotional centre was very much involved aswell? Whatever combination of factors produced this, i feel like i have just been jolted sharply by the Universe.
i'm taking in a beautiful sunset somewhere by the water's edge. A bright star above the horizon; must be Venus, i think. Then i spot another. Perhaps that one's Mars. But now i see a cluster... hmm, is that Cassiopaea on the horizon?! No. It's an expanding vista of white specks which, though individually stationary to my eye, seem to stream overhead into the encroaching darkness. It looked like this 'fleet' that was filmed over Mexico, except that it was night-time. i'm in awe watching this unfold before my eyes, and naturally begin to wonder if these are UFOs.
A couple of people wander near, one beating a bongo drum. Distracted into my own thoughts about why i don't play a musical instrument, i have an urge to join in with them, and reluctantly beckon the wandering musicians to sit with me. i point out the scene overhead, but they seem nonplussed by it. Perhaps they reason that “it's just stars” and nothing extraordinary. Perhaps they can't see these lights at all?
My dream then takes me through various combinations of friends from the past as we giggle and play-act throughout the night. Now it's daytime once more. i find myself engrossed with some dates displayed on the wall of a building, pondering whether they are of any numerical significance. i'm just about to step indoors, when i spot a craft hovering motionless nearby. Though i barely glimpsed it in my peripheral vision as i stepped inside the building/house, i have an unmistakable sense of recognition about what i had just seen. Without sticking my neck out to verify my sight, i somehow know that there are hundreds of these craft all around, some right down at street level. Furthermore the one i spotted first somehow had it's “sights trained on me,” as if these craft were conscious entities-in-themselves. i'm terrified, daunted, excited, and thinking, “well, they've 'arrived'!” Even now as I type this I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach from the vivid shock of this dream.
The craft looked like full-size versions of the tiny ones in the movie Batteries Not Included, except these were definitely not cute! Probe-like, they were moving very slowly through the neighbourhood, some now down at window level. i struggle to remain out of view - i think that somehow, if they don't see me, i'll be ok. i feel alone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else about. Where has everyone gone? It's becoming ever more difficult to hide because the building i'm in is open-plan and everywhere i turn i sense one of these malevolent craft just around the corner.
My panic increases. i feel helpless. All that is left for me to do is bury myself under as much bedding as i can find. It's only a matter of time before they lift the covers...
Then i wake up with that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and begin writing down what happened. Possibly one of the most vivid dreams i can remember. perhaps because the emotional centre was very much involved aswell? Whatever combination of factors produced this, i feel like i have just been jolted sharply by the Universe.