Monday, October 17, 2011

On the Run, Dreamed 8-7-11

I was getting ready to play softball. I was tying a bandanna across my head when an alien burst through the door. He told me to finish tying it and then lower my hands slowly. He made me and the other people in the locker room leave at gun point. Outside armies of aliens were marching around.

I managed to escape. It was dark and I was running down a residential street with a small group of people. We were looking for a place to hide. A few of the houses already had people hiding inside. Some of the houses had been trashed like they'd already been searched. We chose an empty house and were followed into it by the actual family that lived there. They gave us permission to hide there.

The family consisted of a mother, father and little girl. Other men came into the house and were yelling at the husband. They shot him in the face as the rest of us cowered in fear. The little girl didn't realize what had just happened. I had to wipe the blood spattered on her face.

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