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Bodysnatchers
2017-Dec-11, Monday 11:16
I had nightmares pretty much the entire night last night. I woke up at four in the morning, took a bit to fall back sleep, and then had an entirely different nightmare that I only woke up from when my alarm went off. I don't remember that one at all, but I took notes about the first one.
It started off pure horror, in a generic American suburb. There was some kind of invasion of alien monsters who could crawl into people and possess them, and the military and police had quarantined the area. The monsters looked like large slugs, maybe half a meter long, and they could spit acid so they could get through any barricade. They had also possessed a lot of the neighborhood pets already, so the dogs couldn't be trusted.
Like a lot of my dreams, it ran in cycles. The first few were running, hiding, and dying--I clearly remember a dog with a twisted face lunging for my throat--and clashes with police as we tried to escape and a growing knowledge that the police were probably possessed too, so it might not be a quarantine of an infected area but rather a quarantine of the last bastion of uninfected humans. As time went on, it started to get more like a video game. We found some kind of futuristic weapons that could fight the aliens and fired large nerf-dart-like bullets, colored orange for the aliens and purple for the police. The same people started to show up in each cycle, and eventually started dressing up in particular costumes and adopting names like they were superheroes. I was dressed like a combination between Superman and an 80s aerobics instructor, with a cape and spandex in bright fluorescent colors, a high ponytail, and a headband. One of the other people with me for most of the cycles wore all black and went by the name "Edge" (see also Edge Maverick), and there was also a woman dressed in a Halloween witch's costume called "Magic."
When I woke up, we were all holed up in a fortress made out of semi trucks we had formed into concentric walls and planning our escape through the lines of police. It could have been much more horrific, like the various zombie apocalypse dreams I have (like this one), but the superheroes at the end reduced the impact to the point that I woke up without any lingering worry.
And then I had another nightmare after that, but I don't remember it at all.
It started off pure horror, in a generic American suburb. There was some kind of invasion of alien monsters who could crawl into people and possess them, and the military and police had quarantined the area. The monsters looked like large slugs, maybe half a meter long, and they could spit acid so they could get through any barricade. They had also possessed a lot of the neighborhood pets already, so the dogs couldn't be trusted.
Like a lot of my dreams, it ran in cycles. The first few were running, hiding, and dying--I clearly remember a dog with a twisted face lunging for my throat--and clashes with police as we tried to escape and a growing knowledge that the police were probably possessed too, so it might not be a quarantine of an infected area but rather a quarantine of the last bastion of uninfected humans. As time went on, it started to get more like a video game. We found some kind of futuristic weapons that could fight the aliens and fired large nerf-dart-like bullets, colored orange for the aliens and purple for the police. The same people started to show up in each cycle, and eventually started dressing up in particular costumes and adopting names like they were superheroes. I was dressed like a combination between Superman and an 80s aerobics instructor, with a cape and spandex in bright fluorescent colors, a high ponytail, and a headband. One of the other people with me for most of the cycles wore all black and went by the name "Edge" (see also Edge Maverick), and there was also a woman dressed in a Halloween witch's costume called "Magic."
When I woke up, we were all holed up in a fortress made out of semi trucks we had formed into concentric walls and planning our escape through the lines of police. It could have been much more horrific, like the various zombie apocalypse dreams I have (like this one), but the superheroes at the end reduced the impact to the point that I woke up without any lingering worry.
And then I had another nightmare after that, but I don't remember it at all.
