Dreams

The night before last, I dreamt that a friend and I were eating at a little restaurant when I realized that the place was a primary meeting place for aliens who didn't quite belong in this reality. Some of them looked mostly like normal human beings, though with different body parts vibrating oddly; others were shifted slightly so that the eye could not focus on them; still others looked like one of Pablo Picasso's fever-dreams. Reproducing the visuals in that restaurant would need a special-effects budget equivalent to the combined GNP of a half a dozen third-world countries.

When I made a comment to the effect that most doctors thought my body was slightly unusual, a male-seeming being overhearing smiled and said, "Only slightly?"

Afraid that these people would realize my friend & I weren't like them, I said, "Well, I'm mostly human, so not all that different, and I don't have the powers..."

The man laughed and said, "That can be fixed, you know." And suddenly I did know, I realized that these aliens had the power to make me like them; and I realized that if they began to work to do so, they would immediately know that I wasn't one of their own. I was deeply afraid of what would happen to my friend & I if we were revealed to be of Earth.

"I'd really rather you didn't try it," said I.

"Why not?" he asked, concerned for me, really wanting to know.

"Well, frankly, it's hard enough for me to fit in with human society now. I don't think I'd be able to focus enough if I suddenly were even less like them, you know? I'm kind of desperate to pass as human here." He nodded in understanding, and I could finish my lunch in peace.

I wonder what the heck all that was about.

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In one of my dreams last night, a friend was driving me home at night and we saw on a nearby street a rather arresting scene. Apparently as part of a fraternity ritual, large numbers of naked college men were perched in the trees with their clothing draped over nearby branches. ::whine:: Nothing like that ever happens in my neighborhood when I'm awake. ::whine::

I had at least one other dream last night which I somehow keep being reminded of without actually being able to remember it.

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(Please pardon the babbling. Long day yesterday with too much standing left me very tired. The fact that I haven't bothered to take any of my Ritalin today isn't helping any.)

At the school yesterday:

Me: Could I get a new diskette? The file you want me to save is too big to fit on this one.

Director of Education: Okay, here's another one for you... this one's going on the trash, there's nothing on it.

Me: What about the file on there called "10 Things You Love About Me"?

Bwahahaha. The reactions of all the other people in that room (instructors, head of the school) were priceless. Too bad I'm too ethical to have opened that file--I really want to know what was in there.

Unrelated ramblings: I'm still wondering about that dream two nights ago. It would make perfect sense if I'd been trying to fit into some group or other. But as far as I can tell, belonging or not belonging to any species or subset of a species has been the least of my concerns. I haven't been trying to fit into anyone's mold. I haven't been trying to convince anyone I was like them--or unlike them, for that matter. I've just been me. Sometimes me gets perceived as a weirdo, sometimes me is just the girl next door. It's all fine with me... unless my subconscious was trying to use that dream to tell me something. And why did my dreaming mind think that the best way to get on a human-hating alien's good side was to tell said alien that I am, in fact, mostly human and that I am trying desperately to fit in with humans? How does that make any sense? The special effects on those aliens were neat, though.

Still haven't managed to remember any dreams last night other than the trees full of naked frat boys. I do have the feeling that there were more trees involved.