I had a dream that I watched a video of two alien crafts in a field. One was big with a strange spinning claw like thing with a blue ball of energy in the center of that. In front of that was a large glass ball hovering around that.

I read the comments under the video. One guy said “As a professional cameraman I can tell you with certainty that this is 100% CGI.”

Someone else said “Why isn’t the big craft giving off a shadow?” I noticed that the glass ball had a shadow but the big thing didn’t.

My dream cuts to the POV of a person who is up close to one of the big crafts (they’re everywhere all around the world) which turns out to be a warcraft of some sort. I look up at the claw which is spinning so fast that the energy ball flies out from its cage, signifying that the craft is about to initiate battle mode. The craft moves forward and crushes me.

The dream cuts to my dad and I doing something outside some unknown person’s house. We look up and see a strange craft sort of like a helicopter but without a propeller that’s flying very strangely. It lands in front of us and we run in to the garage of the house we’re at. I lock the door and close all the blinds so whatever is in the craft can’t see us and kill us.

My dad is telling me to calm the fuck down, that I don’t need to be afraid of whatever has invaded earth. I look out one of the windows to see one of those warcrafts rolling up. The energy ball flies out and a door under the claw opens up.

A tall human man with blond hair, wearing a long, red, futuristic coat and black boots walks out of the craft followed by a line of little blond, childlike people in blue space suits. My dad runs out of the garage and yells at the guy “Master, I’m here!”

The next thing I know, I’m pleading with the man to let me join him as a soldier or personal assistant. I’m taken to an awful camp building that sort of looks like a burnt school cafeteria where I have to wait for my chance to prove myself. A lot of people I know are there.

After a few days of sleeping on cafeteria benches and piles of bags and clothes, I’m brought before the man. We’re in a fenced in backyard of an old, white Colonial house. There are a few obstacle courses I need to complete to prove myself.

I can’t remember all of them but I do remember the turret level. In this level, I have to walk across a long mud puddle with one blue, metal wall to my right with glass windows in the wall that are periodically broken up by support beams. On the other side of the wall are two turrets that look like security cameras. One fires bullets, one shoots fire. They’re on rails so they can move alone with me.

I hesitate for a while but decide to go.

I don’t remember how I did it, but I remember ducking under the windows and running for my life towards the end of the mud trail.

I know that I didn’t pass all the obstacles but the man says I passed because he likes me. As a reward, I’m allowed to go into the house and gather my things before I leave earth.

I enter the house which is supposed to be my house but clearly isn’t. The inside is a museum. I ask the curator who is talking to some people where ███████ ████████ is. She says he hasn’t lived there in years. I walk away and go up a flight of stairs in the kitchen that leads up to “my room.” It looks just like my real bedroom at mom’s house except it’s in disrepair.

I gather whatever of my things is left, my drawings, Nenny, some action figures, books, etc. and leave. The curator tells me that my dad has the rest of my things and gives me his address. He’s 87 now. I put my stuff in a wagon and pull it behind me as I walk to his house.

As I walk, my feet drag me to a used car dealership. It’s night time now. The dealership looks like the stereotypical 50s car dealership. The car salesman tries to sell me a rusted up 50s Chevy that was once baby blue.

I get in the truck and get ready to drive it when the roof of the dealership opens up. The truck is pulled up into the air to where I can see the entire (probably not real) town where I am. Then I’m let go. Its like one of those thrill rides at the fair.

As I fall, I really feel like I’m falling. I wake up screaming in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

It was an awful dream.

notes: the blonde alien guy was so uncomfortably hot. i know they say we can't dream new faces, but i have yet to figure out who he was based on.