It starts differently every time, but it's the same story. Today it began after I'd spent a dream in Niagara Falls; after a wild weekend vacation a bunch of people went down the Falls in their cars; I decided to take a train because of all my luggage; I couldn't possibly carry it. My shoes were the biggest box. A train conductor loaded everything for me; when I got to my station I got off and found my luggage scattered about a subway platform, all except for my shoes. So I waited.
Two trains went by without the box, and lots of other people milled about, waiting for their luggage too.
On the third train came the aliens. The third to about the twentieth train. Sometimes they'd vaporize people, sometimes they'd zap them into grotesque experimental organisms, sometimes they'd kidnap, but the thing was, there was no escape and I kept waiting to be ed, if the suspense didn't me first, but I never was.
Today the dream was extended; I became the human bride to the alien king and they gave me all these fertility treatments and made me have his offspring. But still I was not ed.
The fourth time I returned to the dream was when I was immortalized and kept captive for 500 years +. I'm still there; if I have the dream again maybe I'll get my shoes back in another thousand years.
Every time I dream it comes back and gets more and more elaborate. More details are added; the story differs only slightly but it's lost none of its for me. It's become so clear and detailed that I could turn it into an TV miniseries - except that it has no ending.
I tried to dream it into an ending today but instead I become the immortal alien queen and 500 years later I was still threatened with execution, though I did make some societal changes: I brought back haute couture.
I don't really know what it all means. If I did, it wouldn't be a recurring dream. But I do recognize elements, the warning signs of certain emotional states. Just the fact that the dream was so long and vivid and complex tells me a lot. The fact that I haven't won the battle yet tells me something too.
I woke up edgy and I'm still jumpy as hell. I can't get my mind off the dream; I haven't figured it out and my brain goes chugga-chugga-chugga trying to interpret it even when I don't want to think about it. I woke up in several times because of this stupid dream; each time I looked around warily and wished my boyfriend was there with me. Though I don't know what he could do to help besides scope for aliens in the apartment.
