2005-09-11 - 12:24 p.m.
Starts out with a kid, a girl, long straight blond hair or short cropped wavy brown. She's in a white house and afraid to leave. She's there for a long time, the lights are dark, and we follow her as she copes with various problems. She searches the house for nonperishables to eat. she most go to the bathroom in the dark, which scares her. she must deal with strange sounds and constantly peers out the window. her view is obscured by a fence and the backyard, mostly. in the streets out front, she sees nothing.
eventually, white-blue light seeps in through the windows at night. it glows brighter and illuminates the child's tired features, making her look like a ghost. she hides under a bed. white blue men, stereotypically aliens, search the house. they find her and shoot her, and she bulges a bit before she disintigrates.
i am going about my daily life, going to a bar, when at night giant ufo's of spectacular shapes and sizes whizz overhead. i am running from them, and there is a mob of people. at one point i am on a boat with a bunch of navy men or marines, and we are on the other side of the deck from the dock, along which several aliens are lined. taking the initiative, i jump off and fall the long distance into the water. it takes me some time to get back to the surface for some reason and i am afraid someone will jump on top of me, but this doesn't happen. i swim around the boat and either somehow accost a swimming alien and get his gun or end up doing this: i run under the same white house, and hide beneath it behind an upright plank of wood or a pile of leaves. light is shined on my obscurement but i survive.
when the first wave disappears, many of us shack up in the white house and survivors continue to trickle in and take shelter in the various structures around the quaint town. across the street my friends start up a version of the same bar again. my glasses break but i fix them, though they are much more complicated than my real ones. besides the glasses i don't think i look anything like i do in real life. at one point i accost an alien again and get his gun and realize there are four settings, it is on the top setting, labeled Prowley and Langham and names like that, and I shoot the alien and his body bulges before he disintigrates, and it takes a long time. I am confused and decide the top setting is the weakest and the bottom on the little flat turning dial is the strongest.
one guy, a friend and maybe the guy who runs the bar, is turning out to be a real cutthroat survivalist. a major general or something is there and he has called in a whole fleet of army vehicles and people cheer. i find out on a little piece of paper or sticker that donald trump has died at the ripe age of 27.
one night everyone is afraid the aliens will attack again and they don't go outside. suddenly someone points and little blue spots appear on the ceilings that widen and they panic. everyone runs to hide and i run and a group of people follows and my jerk friend is there too, jumping over fences and everything. we get to a house with dark fenceposts, like the ones from richmond when they're wet, dark grey, and the house is squat and round. it looks like there are three or so black children who have been living there. along the fence which we are leaping down from are various fruits and nuts, like apples and acors, in basket type things and my friend yells to the group of people see? i told you we won't have to starve!
it is just the two of us though as we jump into the back yard and he says ah, my favorite hiding place and jumps into a dumpster or compost bin or some such, and I climb onto the roof and as i start to pull up leaves or the side of a cardboard box a white hand reaches up and pulls down the cardboard. i hear a soothing voice say, "i like the leaves, it leaves just a little bit of your shoulder showing, that's much better." then it disappears. we survive when we finally come out of hiding on the food and i eat an apples and wonder why so few of the food has been taken.
I am sitting on the post of a pier and through the water a white seal swims toward me. It climbs smoothly up a support and its face becomes like a man, blue and white. the alien bares its teeth as it speaks, more harshly than before.
"we are dangerous," it says. "once certain understanding is met it is not difficult to change one's shape. were it known we were shape shifters, they would be much more terrified."
i believe right after that i woke up. i decided in that still dreaming part that they probably chose the generic alien shape just because that's what we were expecting, and that at least they were taking care of overpopulation even if it was to make us slaves, and maybe the invasion was a test so that only the strong would survive, even if that is a flawed concept.
