This is an old dream, but I accidentally made it as a Page, rather than a Post, and I don’t know how to switch em.
So last night, me & someone I didn’t recognize at all (but who was supposedly my good friend) got abducted by aliens. I’m not sure how it happened exactly, because the dream started with me in the chamber where they would eventually be killing us. It was a large room, sort of like the jails on Star Trek. Lots of cells in one room. The only difference was we were locked in with bars instead of force fields, and the bars were so far apart that it made it really easy to escape.
I knew that I was there with a friend, but they had separated us. Also, I feel it’s important to mention that I have no idea who this friend is. All the parts where I say his name are absent from my memory, but in the dream, I knew who he was. I also knew that the first thing the alien had done was separate us. I’m not sure where he was.
They planned to kill us by drowning us in embalming fluid. It was a pretty gruesome way to go, and I got to watch it happen to a few people. I also got to see one group make an attempt at escape, but it was no good. Even when they managed to fight off the aliens, and get out of their cell, the only door out of the main room was locked from the outside, and eventually the cage-tentacles that held us in place would pull them back into their cells.
The more I saw it happen, the calmer I got. I sort of accepted that this was the way I was gonna go out. Sure, drowning is one of the worst ways to die, but I guess I wasn’t thinking very clearly. Eventually, my unknown friend was thrown in the cage with me, and he was being a really big baby about the whole thing. He kept running around the pen, pointlessly wrestling himself out of the grip of the robot tentacles (it was really easy). I tried to calm him down, but there was just nothing to be done.
Eventually, the embalming fluid started to flow, and the tentacles let go. Friend decided that he was going to run around the room panicking, while I decided to lay down and drown myself as quickly as I could. Might as well get it over with, right?
Well, I guess some aliens wanted to watch us die, because they entered the main room. My friend started banging on the bars to the cell as it filled up with fluid, and I could tell what the doof was going to do. He was going to try to escape, like everybody else I had watched. And he was being totally obvious about it. The aliens could see it coming, and they were going to catch him, no problem.
That’s when I noticed that they left the door to the main room open.
Guess there’s no point in rolling over & dying when there’s a chance at escape, I thought. When my idiot friend jumped out of the cell, and distracted the aliens who assumed that I had accepted my fate, I bolted for the door (it was really, really easy to escape that cell for some reason).
I eventually made it outside, and discovered that I was at the old St Francis Xavier elementary school. I decided to run to my Grandma’s house, where I knew my car would be parked. Along the way, I encountered a little kid on a bike, but I knew he was an alien so I punched him in the face and knocked him off his bike (and laughed).
When I got to grandma’s house, I discovered to my dismay that my car wasn’t there. Fortunately, my friend Stephanie from high school was driving around in her big red truck and I got a ride from her. The car was packed with people I knew, but the only person I specifically remember was a non-cartoon version of John McGuirk.
The first thing Steph did was floor it in reverse. I have no idea what she was thinking, but it soon became clear that we were going to crash into a tree. I got a lovely crash scene remeniscant of my semi-school bus-semi dream, the truck rolling & bouncing, knocking down trees & smashing cars, and we somehow ended up back in my grandma’s driveway.
This is pretty much the end of the dream, but it’s worth mentioning that there were like 5 cars in my grandma’s driveway, which were all submerged in about 14 feet of ice-sludge. For some reason, I could walk along the top of the ice, but I could also move the cars around below me. I decided to move my aunt’s two-person electric car away from my car, because when it eventually melted, it wouldn’t be good to have a car on top of mine. Even if my car was already smashed for some reason.
According to the first crappy site I found when I googled “car accident dreams,” I feel my life has gotten out of control, and someone else is forcing me to make decisions I don’t want to make. The second less-crappy site has quite a bit more to say about the aliens, but most of it is in the same vein.
