Mydera

Note to self, reading books about aliens before bed might not be the best idea.

Dream One: I'm huddling in the middle of the house in the dark with the kids trying to stay away from the windows. I'm sure that if I'm near the windows the aliens will see me O.o Woke up from this one almost too scared to go to the bathroom, lol.

Dream Two(Fragment): Much less scary alien dream, and as a result i remember very little. I think I opened the front door, and let someone in. and He was telling me to relax, aliens aren't going to bother me, they don't want to hurt anyone, and I'm not ready to see them yet anyways. As I said before, I'm reading a book my mom suggested I read about Aliens and religion (It's called "In Our Image", by Susan Alan, it's fiction not fact or anything.) and I'm 100% sure that's why I had scary alien dreams when I went to sleep, lol. I'm going to have to reserve reading it for before 6 O'clock I think.

Dream Three (Fragments): Probably the longest dream of the night, but I only remember parts. The first part I'm dressed in red and purple, and I have multiple arms (like that goddess, Shiva?) I'm yelling out, angrily. Another fragment I'm seeing an army marching over a hill. I think these were connected, like I was cheering them or or else I was about to face the army, but I could be wrong ans I can't remember what happened after. The next point I can remember I am on the sidewalk at the house I lived in as a kid. There's a man in a black suit and short blond hair with me. He's saying to me that it's best if I keep a low profile because "they" don't know what I am capable of and so he can let me live. Then he wants to talk to my family for a moment, to make sure that unmaking my brother worked. I'm really sad, and I don't think I say anything to him at all because I'm so depressed. I think they've unwritten my brother from history, gone back in time somehow and just made it so he was never born. The man knocks on the front door, and Grandma answers it. The man asks her about my brother, and she tells him I never had a brother and he must be mistaken. He thanks her and starts to walk down the sidewalk to the driveway. I follow him in a stupor, I don't know what to do, I'm just so sad. Then we get to the driveway, and the man gets in a silver colored car with no doors, instead the windshield and top of the car lift and drop, it kind of reminds me of the cockpits in the Y wings in Star wars actually. The glass was a similar geometric design. When he gets in the car, something snaps inside me, I realize that he's the only one besides me that knows my brother ever existed, and he's the one who won't let me take my revenge because he doesn't want "them" (who ever they are?) to know "what I'm capable of" (whatever that is?) I run out in front of the car, and leap on top of it. I'm angry, FURIOUS, and I can't half control myself. My hands looks like claws, and I begin ripping the glass off the car. It's some sort of plexiglass or something because it doesn't break when it hits the ground, it's only breaking in the spots where I hit it or rip through it with my claws. I'm growling and sound and feel much more like animal than a person. The guy doesn't even flinch though, he just sits in the car and watches me throw pieces of his car's windshield and windows and tops all over the driveway. I stop when I run out of glass, and feel completely deflated. That served absolutely no purpose. The guy then tells me that's not keeping a low profile like he asked me to. Suddenly I feel like a guilty puppy who just tore up the shoe of the person who's been caring for and feeding it. Obviously this guy knows "what I'm capable of" or he wouldn't mention it, then he goes and puts his own neck on the line by not reporting to "them" who I kind of figured in the dream were his superiors so I'd be safe. I repay that kindness by throwing a tantrum, doing what he told me not to, and tearing up his car. I'm a bitch I think the strong feelings are why I remember this dream so well, the sadness, the anger, and the guilt.

Dream Four: I'm in a house, watching my kids, but it's not my house. Suddenly, all their stuffed animals come to life! The things want me to release them from the house, but I refuse. It seems I'm the only one who can release them, they need my power to escape. Then They tell me they want me to release"The big guy downstairs" and in the dream I know it's some sort of robot that runs the house not actually a stuffed animal at all. I say that there's one condition to me bringing him to life, none of them (including him) can hurt me or my family, and they can't leave the house. They're cool with this, so I start to go downstairs, then I think I need to grab my bag and my computer mouse first. The animals ask me to give them my bag and my mouse, and I refuse. I tell them I know enough about magic to know that my energy will reside in things that I use often even when I'm not using them, and the LAST thing I want is them to find a way to use that energy to do what I will not. I go downstairs, and there's a guy playing video games, I think it's my husband but I'm not sure. A lady knocks on the door, and I ask him to watch the kids and the stuffies to make sure that they don't do anything while I go out and talk to this lady. She's telling me that stuffed animals are coming to life all over, and that I need to find a way to destroy them before they get to the mad scientist that is causing them to come to life. She's telling me this, I hear a sound nearby, and look up to see a stuffed Yoshi walking across the railing of the porch. The Woman whips out a gun and shoots Yoshi! Before I can flip out, his body falls forwards and bees come out of his stuffing and attack us. I'm running back inside to the shower and batting at them. the lady is doing the same. They don't get in the house, but there are several tiny stings on my face and I fill the sink with cold water and submerse my face in it to cool the stings. Then I look over to check on the lady who is doing the same in the sink. I ask her if she thinks there are bees in the animals playing with my kids, and she said no. Then an image appears like a hologram in the kitchen. It's a man with Elvis style hair and he's laughing maniacally about his bees. Then he's saying that if we survived his bee stings, maybe we'll survive his mutating gas! and then he shows this beautiful girl saying that this is what she looks like before mutating gas, then she suddenly looks like a man and is saying this is how she looked afterwards, and her face starts melting like it's made of soft clay or play dough and she has to reshape it herself. Then I wake up, lol.