Thursday, 3 March 2011

All I have to do is dream...

Now I normally leave the bizarre dreams to a certain Sarah Noble, but after last night I think I could be inducted into the 'Weird Dreams Club' officially.

Basically. It could be set now or at some time in the future, but we know there is alien life - and plenty of it. (When I say 'we' I mean humans, in case you didn't get that.) We have a space station, not dissimilar in looks to the ISS, devoted to intercepting any communications from these aliens - and for some reason I found myself in the dissection wing... All of a sudden the alien messengers (which looked like skeletons mostly, but had some flesh & blood around the neck and torso) seemed to start bleeding, then they sat up and started melting. People seemed quite scared at this point (no idea why!) and started rushing about the place.

Still with me?

Next we cut to planet Earth. By the looks of what's on the TV we've found out what's happened on the space station, and it seems to suggest that the entire planet is at risk of invasion. So naturally the bigwigs start making evacuation plans and everyone else panics. Groups of people start leaving, and then it comes to my turn. This is probably the weirdest part of the dream: Stephen Fry was there, and he'd acquired the power of making people teleport just by saying a particular phrase of Italian. As soon as I saw that I decided I didn't want anything to do with it, so I stayed on Earth...

Now I'm walking around, in somewhere that looks a bit like West Somerset Community College. There's a man there who's been branded some sort of outcast (because he never used to join in with anything) and is just sitting on the steps feeling lonely. Then all of a sudden a group of his old schoolmates & family turn up as they want to include him in their Stephen Fry teleport group, but want to get to know him better first. So he decides that he should teach them his own method of 400m hurdles, and we (I'm now part of the group too, for some reason) start running & hurdling down Long Street in Williton, going past the old Vets... When he taught us his special method it involved running sideways, spinning, and running sideways again somewhere in it - but I was the only one who did it properly.

In the end I know for definite that I was left on Earth. There hadn't been an invasion so anyone who was left just had the planet to themselves.


THE END

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