August 4th, 2008

Delroy Lindo

Someone to watch over me


I dreamed I was back in Nebraska, at USCENTCOM. It was evening and I was signing in. I needed to talk to someone. Someone who could understand why I was there, and why I was nervous. You see, I'd helped put a lot of people away, and I needed to verify that they were not going to be released anytime soon - lest they chose to exact revenge. I finally got all the paperwork signed and I was badged as a visitor. I was awed at how many new faces there were. Once I wound my way around the facility, my escort brought to a gentleman who would take down my request. He was a neighbor I recognized but didn't know. Apparently he was surprised to see me there as well, not knowing my past relationship with the command, assumeably having been hired after I left. Once a sufficient amount of paperwork and dead-ends were shuffled was I actually able to discover that I wasn't cleared for the answer. Frustrated, I left for the airport where I was picking up photogoot. It was still dark, and I was wandering around a field with a whole host of other people - where we sought out arrivals apparently - when I ran into galinda822 and my wife! She had flown down for a surprise visit! She kept trying to gain a hug, but I was too unsettled from the lack of news concerning the status on several hardened criminals I had helped put away.

That's when the spaceships landed.

The extra-terrestrial beings came down in glowing saucers. Government officials separated us into two lines of two, as far as the eye could see. The aliens walked between the two lines all the way to the end. Everyone knelt as they passed. I found myself in the last row of the left column with my father adjacent me, and saw my mother in the last row of the right column. Everyone knelt. I found that I did as well. Even more shocking, though she was the last one to succumb, so did my mother. There were a group of aliens walking together. One took the left, one took the right. Mine was an African American wearing flowing black & white robes. He came over to me without a word and placed his cool hands on my forehead, and my back. They were going to 'read' us or try to 'comfort' us telepathically. Only he couldn't read me. He was having difficulty, and looked troubled. Or maybe he was alarmed that I knew the truth of his origin? I glanced over and the one with his hands on my mother was also confused at what he 'saw.'

I left my folks and drove galinda, photogoot and cattitude home.

A new recurring theme in my dreams has been my father-in-law's house (not his real one, rather a sprawling, multi-level, multi-wing handmade edifice in my dreams). Its usually tastefully decorated, but dusty, and very old. (Traversing mazes in my dreams is a staple and this is no different, its simply a new venue.) My wife and I were walking around the farmhouse while photogoot and galinda822 got settled, though I kept stealing glances at the cherubesque alien sent to watch over me. She was in my bed. Watching. Waiting. We each had one, ergo there were four in the house. I wasn't clear on why they were there; To protect us? To spy on us? They were just silently watching, and it was unsettling.
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