Alien Invasion Dream
Where are you from?: Malaysia
Was this your first lucid Dream?: yes
How many lucid dreams have you had?: about five over the past year
Subject: Alien invasion dream
Well, it started out as a normal dream, me walking out of my front gate, looking down the street at sunset, when suddenly I realized there were two aliens (I find it hard to remember exact details now, but they were gray, rather like those aliens you see in 50s horror movies, with big heads and I don’t know how many arms.) Seeing me, they fired on me with some plasma bolt gun contraption (like a laser tag gun if you’ve ever used one.)
I ran back into my house, where I had several friends over. They all asked me what the matter was and I told them. Strangely enough they all believed it, and this was my first cue that I was dreaming, because it didn’t make logical sense. I started to plan this ambush on the aliens with my friends – night had fallen – and it worked a treat. We hid behind the door and as soon as the aliens busted through we physically grabbed them and choked them to death. But then suddenly a third alien appeared and someone pulled out a gun and blasted the head off. Wait, what?
That was my second cue, as guns are not all that prevalent where I come from, much less with kids younger then me and teenagers! So I began to wonder exactly what the hell was going on. I could have lost it here, woken up at this point. But instead I began to wonder, if I went back up the stairs (which has a good view of the main gate) would I find a crate of weapons waiting for me? Sure enough, when I went upstairs, I did find laser guns and normal ones, enough for all of us (5 people) to fight them off. I grabbed ’em all and ran back downstairs, shouting something to the effect of ‘Wolverines!’. We laid in wait, knowing that the three that had just came was just a scout party and the rest would soon follow.
But then suddenly it dawned on me to try and create some more weapons, right in front of my eye, like spawning guns in video games. So I stared at a blank patch of floor, willing a rail gun to appear. It worked! It was then I also had the realization: I’m dreaming! Equally certain was the idea I could control it. Again, I could have lost it here, but somehow I stayed lucid.
Then when they came, we waited for them to fill up my porch with their nasty grey heads sticking out, then came out firing. Our bolts hit so many it was hard to count, but they kept coming. Throughout this I was conscious that if I did get hit, I would die and the dream would end. (I later learned that this was a rule imposed by my subconscious and I could have willed it away if I wanted to.) So I didn’t get hit, and when someone shot at me, it always seemed to me that my superhuman reflexes dodged the bolt, or else someone came to my rescue. I had a lot of fun rushing back upstairs, then just as the aliens broke through the front door, running down, all guns blazing, stopping the invasion. I imagine I could hit them from anywhere, and it really was the case that if I could see ’em, I could hit ’em.
Through the wee hours of the night, this continued, red bolts lighting up the sky until dawn. I didn’t know how this ended, but it was semi-voluntary, something like, OK this dream was fun, but I want to wake up now. So I simply willed that there be no more aliens to come, and shot the remaining aliens, then commiserated with my friends, and woke up.
I’ve had several others since then – flying was really fun – but that first lucid dream is always something I’ll remember.