Tag Archive

Tag Archives for " Aliens "
1

Physics – Aliens and Time Travel Dream

I was at a beach resort, in some random apartments that looked like apartments that I had lived in as a child. Immediately, I know I am dreaming but I want to go along with the dream story line so I let the dream take its course. Aliens were revealed to the world and the population was split. Half of the world welcomed the aliens and the other half figured armageddon. There were groups along the beach that were letting off red balloons in a symbol of welcome to the red lights that blinked across the atmosphere (aliens) but the people who let off the balloons were actually involved in a mass suicide pact and all died.

I was trying to get ready for a party that my friend D was throwing at his mansion (which was sometimes my mansion in other dreams with my time traveling elevator and library) and I couldn’t decide between earrings and other jewelry. I had a pair of red ruby studs, gold leafs that dangled, gold branches, gold claws, arrows, geode studs, and random diamonds. My necklaces were not as varied as my earrings and in the end I chose some stupid hipster outfit and a pair of nikes. As I was getting ready though, I had about a million different notions to buy a bus ticket going anywhere but where I was. But for some reason involving one of my sisters and my mom, I had insufficient funds.

On the beach, I saw my childhood friend T! Where we sort of ended up having a purely physical affair. It was fun, we made a lot of jokes and fucked around a lot. In the meantime, I also met this girl who looked like Shelly from Hemlock Grove playing in a garden, but she was an alien. We were kinda friends. Anyway, I’m trying to get ready for this party and I’m with another one of my sisters on the couch and there was an alien on the balcony. They looked just like us, but it was a disguise. It was a man, and my sister screamed but I was paralyzed. She runs and I end up talking to the alien who was kind and very wise. I pestered him about the Doctor, but his answers were vague. Then he gave me a name of his people and wrote it out on paper for me, the symbols were interesting at the time, but I can only remember one, which meant a child of the stars and it was a square with a star in the center.

At the time, D was just like, FUCK IT, and brought the party to my apartment. So everyone was partying and it made me slightly nervous because I didn’t want anyone to start a conflict with the aliens. So the aliens leave, the party dies down, and Dallas asks me to come over. I end up trying to drive a car with the Shelley/Alien and it doesn’t work out so I call my mom and she says she’ll take me, and D is trying to pick me up because I thought I needed a ride so it was a shit show getting there. And eventually we get to my mother’s boyfriend’s house which is literally 2 doors down from D’s mansion.

So I hop over there and everyone is partying in the pool and it’s kind of a nice hoity toity pool party. D looks like half D and half Roger from American Dad, with a really pretty yellow sun bonnet/hat and a tall glass of something in his hands while he’s sitting in a pool floaty.

I’m trying to get him to come upstairs with me to my time traveling elevator and to the library but he’s being a butt. I meet and speak with a very old Asian woman who is extremely funny and awesome, so I tell her about my secret elevator and try to take her with me to see it. But as we go up the stairs and into the hallway, my elevator isn’t there, it’s just plaster. I am understandably upset.

The old woman leaves.

D comes to me very angry that I tried to show the old woman my elevator. We begin arguing and I don’t remember the exact things that were said. But before I wake up, he tells me that he’s met me three times before in my past lives and each time I’ve made the same mistake.

I lucid dream often, but I don’t understand why or what any of it means. This is probably just my imagination and filtering of thoughts/memories through my unconscious… But is something else happening? Sometimes, I dream I am in a spirit world with ugly creatures and malevolent forces that I somehow always make myself confront, through epic fights (sometimes on mountain tops and other strange dramatic locations), or by simply flying away as I know how to do while dreaming.

I feel very alone with these dreams as no one else I speak to about them understands lucid dreaming at all. Is it all scientific and simple? Or should I be afraid?

Name: Taylor
Where are you from?: Michigan
Was this your first lucid Dream?: NO
How many lucid dreams have you had?: Thousands

Real Life Affects Lucid Dream

Name: Anonymous
Where are you from?: Planet Earth, Coordinate (37, 68) of the Milky Way Galaxy
Was this your first lucid Dream?: No
How many lucid dreams have you had?: 3 or 2 a week

Subject: Real-Life Affects Lucid Dream

This is one of the more peculiar dreams of mine; I have never had a dream above limited lucidity. When I want something to happen, it doesn’t, but if something clicks at the back of my mind, my imagination swirls and it happens. I don’t know why I get lucid dreams as I am not very self conscious most the time. I did not intend to get the dreams. I just get them without trying, so I guess I’m pretty lucky.

The dream started out semi-lucid right off the bat. It was the middle of the day, and I was in my school, fifth period social studies. I realized something peculiar was happening. (I didn’t intend to have a lucid dream)For instance, the room was a lot more colorless, odorless, and featureless. The fish tank was missing, as well as all the posters on the wall and projects. That was when I realized I was in a dream, and suddenly I was back at my house at night. I must’ve been reading too much of those WWII books recently, because there were uniformed men at our door.

Suddenly, my senses improved and I heard a voice, “Report immediately or we will be force to comply with orders.” By now, I was fully aware of my sleepiness, cool air, and fabrics of my sheets. This was my first lucid dream in which a real threat has been displayed, so instead of doing what I would do in an unconscious dream, like just stumbling along into captivity, I did what I would do in real life. I made a run for it, smashing through the living room window and sprinting across the streets, which was heaving and cracking and the clouds were red. But like I said, even in a lucid dream, my mind won’t allow things that don’t make sense in real life, or at least things in my control.

I stopped to catch my breath and fell onto the garden floor next to our local library. The garden was less realistic, without any bugs, or imperfections in the plants design. The soil felt moist and I actually fell into another sleep. This one was of waking up into my room, muttering something and feeling relived that it was over. But of course I was wrong. I lie down in my bed, falling asleep again. (In case you haven’t noticed, I fall through many layers during my dreams, since in real life I’m always tired.)

Now I was in a meadow. I don’t remember what happened here, but it was the place where I realized I had fallen too far. A huge screeching sound happened and I woke up in my ‘room’ again. There was a slimy red slug on my forehead, and soon it formed many others which began sliding down my neck. I must’ve lost some consciousness, since I started walking around. I remember stumbling outside, and hearing another screeching sound that brought me back to reality. I willed myself to wake up, and it worked like it usually does. Now I was back in the mound of soil. From here, I lost a lot of consciousness, being shipped into a dome, seeing some nasty human dissections, and being lead down to a building.

Then I fell into blackness for a period of time I don’t remember until hearing a strum, but at that point I didn’t know it was my own alarm, just something in my dream. In the room I was a again, the sound of my alarm fading away, when I became fully lucid and aware of the red emergency button that I was imagining from a alien invasion movie at the back of my head. I leaned over and pressed it, like the main character Chris had done, and the room spun into chaos with people running all over the place. I think I saw some familiar faces, but then I woke up. That’s when I understood the screeching sounds of my door, the alarm, and the wet beads of sweat that had trickled down my neck…I hate it when things in real life affect the dream world. Two things that would make the dreams better:

1: Nothing from real life interfering with deeper layers of dreaming
2: Being able to control things…complete lucidity

Alien Invasion Dream

Name: Kenneth
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.