I looked out my childhood bedroom window and saw it was raining hard. It became torrential and I watched the entire street flood. Then, right before my eyes, I saw the street completely wash away and become sand. The park across the street was now a beach with waves crashing on it.

It seemed that most people in the area had been washed away. I was the only person around. I was a child.

Apparently aliens caused the flood. They were like midgets but they had giant heads and were pale green. Their features appeared human. They could turn a human into an alien with a bite.

The lucky thing was that they were easy to kill. You could shatter their heads to dust by just hitting them or knocking them over. I had to kill a few aliens to save myself.

They destroyed all human languages. I went to talk to one of the aliens that was in charge. When I tried to speak the words were all in their language. I had a book with me of the English language and it disintegrated in my hands as I was speaking.

They had dressed me up for the meeting in a black ceremonial dress, pale green makeup, black eyeliner, black blush and black lipstick. I left the meeting afraid and frustrated.

Later I went to the home of the leader. He lived in a victorian type mansion and dressed in elegant human clothes. As I tried to get near enough to kill him he distracted me. He showed me a male and female alien dancing on a bed. They were wearing victorian clothes. It looked as if they were going to put on a sex show.

As I was watching this, the leader bit my neck.

I felt myself becoming one of them.

Things change around me. There’s that throb again. Darkness.

~ by m.londus.pike on July 2, 2009.

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Tags: aliens, dreams, language