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[oakenguy]

Two nights ago I dreamt about aliens. Benevolent-seeming ones, who looked a lot like Slimer from Ghostbusters. They'd landed a few years before the start of the dream and set up little biodomes here and there; in return for their superscience, their only request was that, over time, every human visit a biodome and have a quick scan of our genetic pattern done. In the dream it was my turn, and I was just starting to look around the dome (which was a pretty park on the inside). I'd just been offered pudding in a strange container and thought to myself "How clever; with this packaging it's perfect for weightless snacking. But hold on...why would I need a snack I can eat in zero-gravity?" when the alarm went off.

Last night I dreamt that it was the first week of school...and zombies were rising up everywhere. So I had to get registered, get textbooks, get guns and ammunition, and find an apartment. In that order. The textbooks and apartment were much more stressful than the zombies, for some reason.

Comments

[khep.livejournal.com]

That dream would make a very cute short film.

[mythfish.livejournal.com]

But why would they want to scan EVERYONE'S genetic pattern? And why WOULD you need a zero-G snack? Speculate, please.

[foresthouse.livejournal.com]

Hee! And if you can remember the packaging idea, NASA will pay you cold hard cash!

...Or they will send their people to come and take you away.

[sairisse.livejournal.com]

"The textbooks and apartment were much more stressful than the zombies, for some reason."

And yet somehow, it makes sense...

[nmsunbear.livejournal.com]

The other day I was driving home, and a trick of my eyes (I have very tricky eyes) made me momentarily think that there was a model in a sort of navy-blue sailor dress posing coquettishly in Laurel Circle Park. I blinked and it was just a woman with her kid. But it reminded me of "Shaun of the Dead" (See it, if you haven't), where he keeps just missing evidence that there are zombies all around him. And I thought, man, now *there's* a nightmare: Everyone in the world is being turned into supermodels! What Do You Do?

I'm thinking about writing it up as a short story.

[bulrogue.livejournal.com]

I hate waking up just before the good parts. Or is that falling asleep during the good parts?
Anyhow, don't think that watching "Ghostbusters" and "Shaun of the Dead" have any influence on your dreams...