The events from the proceeding dream are vague at best. Even if I knew it in detail, it probably wouldn't make much sense. All I remember was getting advice from my old english teacher in college (don't ask) about an important decision I had to make. Aliens (shut up, it's a dream alright?) were coming to earth to **** everyone's **** up. Yes, the same aliens you saw on the X-files - short, bleached skin and scary looking big black eyes. I could sit back and let someone else try to stop them, keeping myself out of harm's way or I could face the aliens myself. I chose the latter.
In a typical dream fashion, I randomly ended up in the middle of a grassy field at night to meet the spacelings. No one else came to help; I were to persuade the aliens to leave by myself, but nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity in dream-time. I waited in anticipation.
Then I woke up.
Or I should say, I "woke" up in my bed. I couldn't move, breath, or speak. I could only feel fear. They had come, and they were here to harm me. Four or Five of these black-eyed ****ers were surrounding my bed. They were muttering amongst themselves about what they should do to me. The closest alien reached out and his fluorescent-white hand was inching closer and closer towards my face. A bright light and sick gurgling sounds were coming through my window from what i thought was a saucer. Flashing red and green lights danced in my room. I felt a heavy weight on my chest.
I could, however, think. I mustered enough enough fake confidence to issue the aliens an empty threat - any pain they would inflict on me, i'd inflict back on them tenfold. I simply thought this and it seemed to work as one of the aliens said "Alright, i think we're done let's get out of here"
And then I woke up for real. the flashing lights were from a red bacardi's pin and a st. patty's day necklace I got from Bar Bleu. The light from my window was from the wooden staircase lamp outside. The gurgling sound was from my fan to muffle out my roommate's late night arguments over the phone with his girlfriend. The "heavy" weight on my chest were from my blankets. And the aliens themselves? Nothing more than white undershirts and socks I haven't put away from the laundry yet.
I woke up a little shaken over what just happened. I think most reported abductions or encounters with supernatural beings are nothing more than sleep paralysis at work.
Or maybe I was abducted. I don't think I was probed though
