Gun Shots & Aliens

Now if that title isn't an attention-getter, I don't know what is. As much as I'm going to hate to mention the next two dreams....I feel I must. DISCLAIMER: They are quite graphic and disturbing.

Friday Night

I am at an unfamiliar office building, in a long hallway. The hallway resembles the one at work, but I know that I am not there. I have this dreadful feeling that something bad is happening all around me, but my actual surroundings are quite normal. I am with two people. I do not know them in reality. One is a middle-aged man in a nice suit; the other, a short female. We are not speaking to each other but we all know two things: 1) Something is coming, and 2) My husband and my father have already been taken.

I am frantic with the need to leave this place and find my husband and my father. I know that they are in danger and I am helpless to stop it. My next worry is my mother. For some reason, she lives separately from my father and I am not sure if she has been warned of the bad thing that is coming. I am mildly worried for my brother, but in some way know that he is, and will remain, safe. I try to call my mother on the phone but she does not answer. My thoughts are confirmed. She has also been taken.

Suddenly a black man in a dark-colored polo shirt and nice khaki pants runs into the hallway. I do not know him and neither do my two nameless, silent companions, but we are all very afraid of him. "I just fired rounds in the subway. I want this to be cleaner. Stay." the black man says. He is sweating and nervous.

I immediately run into an office to my left. I know there is not an exit in the room but for some reason I believe I can hide here. I hear the man shoot the others and I know he is coming for me, next. I duck down very low and wait. He enters the room, crosses to me, and fires a bullet into my head. I feel my brain explode. My last thoughts are that I really, really need to wake up now.

I don't even want to analyze that one. It's just really messed up and sad. I don't recall watching anything on Friday before bed that would spark this sort of dream, but the one I had last night was absolutely movie-inspired. We watched The Fourth Kind yesterday and I naturally carried some of the plot of the movie to bed with me.

Saturday Night

I am living in a world that is controlled by aliens. Yes. Aliens. The human race knows this and is unafraid. We have accepted this as the new world we live in. We willingly allow ourselves to be controlled by aliens that we cannot see, hear, or touch....but we know they exist and they are our only source of survival.

That is really the gist of that one. Nothing really happened that I can remember. It was just a world of really strange alien-like things. We didn't go to work, we rarely went outdoors at all. We just lived in little huts and hoped that we would be spared when the aliens got hungry. MESSED UP, I tell ya.

I have spent the day caring for a sick hubby. He just cannot seem to knock this recurring cold-like issue. This weekend's round seems a tad worse. I just really want the weather to warm up, because I feel like the colder months really did us in this time.

I am looking forward to the work week and some of the lunch-items I bought today! I guess I will go now and try to entertain myself until bedtime.