The other day I had a crazy dream. I know, what’s new? I always have crazy dreams thanks to Zoloft. This one was pretty whack though.
I was living with my family in a huge house with like 50 other people, including a lot of children. Most of the rooms were enormous, spanking hundreds of feet. But my room, bathroom, and craft room were just like they are in my real life. Everyone wanted to sleep in my room or craft room, and I was having a meltdown over having these intruders in my personal space. Like full-blown, psychotic meltdown.
A woman came out of my room with her hands over her mouth, saying she was sorry, she couldn’t make it. I went into my room, and found she had vomited in my pen cup. I took the cup and pens into my bathroom to clean them, and discovered my toothbrush cup was filled with cigarette ash. Then I accidently dropped the pens, and most of them fell down the drain.
The house was filled with huge, 300+ gallon aquariums everywhere. All different types of fish. All fancy blue-backed acrylic tanks.
We all day together on mats in rows in a huge room. Like a yoga class, but mostly we sat quietly, whispering to our neighbors. Then someone started playing music and some of the children started dancing. The aliens started searching for the source of the music, wanting to quiet it. The room was quiet again.
The aliens were choosing people to take to their leaders to be killed. The rest of us went into the music room, where the aliens wouldn’t go because the music confused and agitated them. We beat on pianos, blasted video game music, sang along to guitars and ukuleles. And we talked about how to get away.
It was time for action. We walked down the driveway and saw the alien leaders moving towards us. We tipped over the dumpster, scattering trash everywhere. The aliens started exploding!