I dream a lot. I remember a lot of dreams. My dreams tend toward consistent themes, symbols, objects and settings. That makes them comfortable and helpful. So this dream, last night, was different.
One, I wasn’t in it.
Two, it was about aliens.
I don’t dream usually dream about aliens. Perhaps I have and I don’t remember it now. Maybe I will with more thought.
The dream was odd in its structure, too. My voice was in the dream but I wasn’t ever seen. No people were seen. No creatures were seen.
Short, the dream opened with a screen. It felt tense. On the screen was a black and white maze with thick black lines around fat white alleys. “What is this?” I can be heard to ask. Others can be heard asking the same question.
It’s material, I realize. This isn’t a maze; it’s a diagram of materials. “It’s the aliens,” I hear someone say.
“You’re right,” I answer, having an epiphany. “It’s the aliens. They’re going to show us how they’ll do it.”
The screen changed as I spoke. Some of the white maze alleys inflated and changed color, becoming aubergine. “They’re applying heat,” I said. “The materials are reacting to the heat. They want us to know what they’re going to do and how they do it.”
“Oh,” others said, agreeing and understanding.
The alien screen returned to its original configuration. The entire process was repeated.
“But why?” someone asked. “What are they showing us?”
Watching the maze, I realized, “That’s them. Part of the maze is them. Or they are part of the maze. Applying heat changes the structure. That isolates them. Then they’ll be able to safely mind meld with us.”
“Ahhh,” others said.
I was satisfied in the dream, whereupon I awoke, clueless about what it means. This is going to require a lot of reflection.
I may need more coffee.