Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



There is this supposedly alien girl (unsure of from which planet) who is a friend’s girlfriend (Rick S from Chicago). However, she eventually seems more attracted to me and I feel somewhat guilty. She does not seem to care anything at all about her present or past male friends. She seems human-like at first (though does not remind me of anyone I have ever actually known), but her body parts keep changing into different things as she kisses me. Her mouth and lips come out like an extended trumpet-shape, even playing short musical phrases in the seeming manner of a malleable trumpet (but with more of a clarinet sound) and I feel all these weird, but pleasing sensations (I believe this can be traced back to when I was a boy and a neighbor girl sang to me through a longer tube). Her mouth and part of her head become flat for a time and forms something that also looks like our outside drainage cover in real life, and eventually fingers (or tendrils?) come out from the sides of her eyes to touch my face - all very “normal” to me in my dream - at least for an “alien” I suppose, and eventually, I feel less guilty relative to my friend’s failure to keep the alien girl interested in him.

Her chest opens up and flutters like pages of a book with her singing in an unknown language. It seems to be some sort of complex skeletal system that does this during arousal (thin layers of bone or tissue that look just like pages of a book turning, that is - some sort of weird heart muscles as well - which is apparently similar to a spider’s so-called book lungs in some ways). I am almost sure that I see writing in her alien language - which looks a lot like Armenian mixed with little sketches of plumbing systems - but then I see it is actually red blood-vein patterns.

Prior to waking, my friend “warns” me that “water keeps coming out of her”, and supposedly it never stops. I seem to already know this and just shrug and go off to find her again as I wake.

This was the second precognitive dream of this date. A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and “water keeps coming back out” - this is the first time this has happened at this address. Precognition seemed to more clearly dominate two of this date’s dreams, more integrated than usual and visually precise, especially as the “face” of the drainage cover also appeared in-dream.