So, one time I had this dream. I think it was from last fall.


Aliens were coming to invade our planet (of course), and so we tried to hide as many people as we could in these underground bunkers (just like in Deep Impact). Anyway, I was one of the last people to get inside, and Security Chief Garibaldi (from Babylon 5) checked my ID and let me in.

At this point, the dream cuts to after the aliens have left. We look around outside, and everybody that wasn't able to get in the bunkers is still there, although they're wandering around in a daze, quite disoriented.

However, to propel the narrative, I knew what actually was going on – these weren't really the same people that got left outside. The people who were left outside were disintegrated by alien ray guns, which left nothing but their skeletons. These dazed people were, in fact, re-animated copies of the disintegrated people, built around the very skeletons of the people they were copies of, as if someone had come after the ray gun incident and tried to rebuild all the people who were destroyed. Or something like that.

Anyway, these people are gradually recovering their memories, and gradually becoming more like the originals. I try to convince this one girl that she isn't really who she thinks she is, but is a copy of who she thinks she is, since the original person was disintegrated by ray guns. Of course, she won't believe me.

At this point, several of us are at my grandparents' house, where we discover a skeleton in the basement, which immediately, when exposed to air, starts to reconstitute itself like all the others. So we run upstairs.

However, the skeleton has become a woman who is not very happy. She is wearing a business suit and is carrying a diamond-hard glass broadsword, with which to kill us with. So we run out to the carport.

At this point, I wake up. The End.


Incidentally, the next night I dreamt I had my own battalion of clone troopers.

Labels: dreams