August 10, 2003

• Well this is one of my strangest dreams to date. It woke me up at 4AM too. Wouldn’t it just figure that I go on vacation and turn off my alarm clock, and then I end up waking up 2 1/2 hours before it would even have gone off.

  I rarely have dreams featuring aliens, but lately, what with my newly developed Lovecraft fixation, I find I’ve had two in the past three months. While the older one was much more supernatural (maybe I’ll tell you about it some other time), the one I had last night was pure Sci-fi.

  These tentacled aliens abducted a bunch of people into slavery, myself included. Apparently there was something “special” about me because there was this huge argument about what should be done with me. Some wanted to let me stay the way I was, and the others wanted to give me tentacles of my own to make me “perfect.”

  So the ones that wanted to make me more like them won out, and I was on this operating table surrounded by tentacled aliens. Of course, since this was a dream, the operating table was in the middle of a tropical forest.

  The doctor was making comforting small talk. You know, like “this will all be over quickly” and “this won’t hurt at all,” and then he pulls out this humungous needle and stuck it in my stomach. OUCH!! Man, it hurt! Even the tentacled alien doctors in my dreams are liars. lol

  Then they removed my legs and put on tentacles instead. All this I could see remotely from outside my body. But something must have gone wrong because as soon as my new limbs were attached, I saw them lash out at the operating staff. They all ran off, and when I “woke,” I was all alone on the operating table with tentacles for legs, and various operating tools scattered around on the forest floor.

  A human working for a “fifth column” type alien group showed up and took me to another alien who promised to fix me. So this new alien was making consolitory noises, and said, “Don’t worry, no one’s going to hurt you any more” as he also gave me a horrible shot in the belly to give me my legs back. Which is when I really woke up in my bed…. with a stomach ache.

  But the strangest part of the dream was the fact that throughout I could hear that “Runaway” song from the 60s.

  While I do sometimes dream of songs, they’re not usually from thirteen years before I was born. heh

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