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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Alien Invasion x 2

     I dreamed that there was a huge alien vessel hovering over the parking lot of the high school where I used to go (and work.) It was summer, so there were openly a dozen vehicles or so. The ship had a large open hanger-like structure below and lots of textured panels and pipes above with several decks of observation windows around the middle of the vessel. There was an obvious bridge like structure jutting out from the side. Also on the underside, were twelve to sixteen turret like structures.

     As people got out of their cars to look up at the thing, the turrets began to sweep a bright blue beam out across the parking lot. When the blue beam struck a person, a much wider, lightning chased beam would snap onto them and they lifted into the air, suspended in the lightning, arms and legs dangling limply.

     People began to dive back into their cars. I was glad that school was out, as there weren't thousands of students hovering around the place. I was on a motorcycle so had no where to hide. I dropped the mirrored faceplate of my chrome helmet and pulled the rear view mirror off the bike. I reflected the blue beam as it swept towards me. It took only a moment to reflect it back up to the ship, and when it hit the emitter, the beam snapped out. Still, the white lightning filled beam engulfed me and I was lifted into the air towards the ship. Other turrets began to track towards me. As their beams struck I reflected the the blue portion away, hitting as many of the emitters as I could. After I'd disabled a good half a dozen, the aliens stopped trying to hit me with them and I was swung over towards the hanger. I could see that there were several unconscious or possible dead people on the hanger deck floor. There were little grey headed aliens rushing about, dragging them onto stretchers and then hauling them away.
     I landed with a thud, and used the momentum to roll over two approaching aliens. I heard crunching as they went down below my bulk. I apologized as I got to my feet and headed for an open hatchway, mirror clutched firmly in hand.

     I don't think they were prepared for a conscious arrival, as there didn't seem to be any guards whatsoever. I made my way towards the bridge, or at least what I hoped was the bridge, unsure what I was going to be able to do about any of this and expecting to be killed at any moment. Perhaps the tinfoil hat people were right, as my chrome plated helmet seemed to do a great job of keeping me from being brought down. The mirror was really useful, as when I reflected a beam from an alien hand weapon onto another alien, the target would go limp and then slump to the ground. I picked up one of the little ray guns, but couldn't make it work. I put the gun in one of the cargo pockets of my jump suit. It bumped against my leg much more forcefully than I thought something that size should.

     I finally reached the doors to the bridge, I could see the high school stadium out of the windows, we were hovering about the level of the press box and score boards. An alien stepped around from the side of a command chair and I reflected his weapon back onto him. He slumped to the floor, dropping his ray gun as he fell. I stooped over and claimed it, placing it in the cargo pocket of the other leg, since I figured I wouldn't be able to make that work, either.

     As I came into the bridge, I could see the captain, or at least the leader. At least, I assume he was the leader, as he had more decorations on his uniform and head. He also kept his weapon holstered at his side. We looked at one another for a few moments.

     Then he rather confidently started asking me questions. I answered him politely, even using "sir." I seemed to eventually convince him that we weren't exactly the monsters in this little scenario.

     After a while he seemed to be satisfied with what he's heard, and ordered everyone returned to the parking lot below. I sensed, somehow, that he was telling the truth. He explained that they were unharmed and would return to consciousness in a short time.

     Then we came to the point of discussing what to do with me. I suggested that there were plenty of people who would voluntarily come with them for any nondamaging program of investigation. (I knew there were some who would volunteer even if there was the possibility of harm.) He indicated that he felt I was amusing, and calm, and just who they needed. He asked if I would be their spokesperson, their ambassador. "Please," I thought, "just say it..."

     The alien laughed, it wasn't a human laugh, but I recognized it immediately. "Take me to your leader." I could feel the alien smiling as he ordered a course for Washington DC. As the ship turned, he then ordered the beams to pick up my motorcycle.

     In the second Alien Invader dream, the aliens weren't so polite, and didn't seem to be able to be reasoned with. They were just staking out mineral deposits and mines and destroying anyone who came near. they had achieved atmospheric superiority in just a few days, their flying wings crackled overhead almost constantly. every so often they would swoop down and destroy any large congregation of people and machines, otherwise, they left us alone, almost as if we just didn't matter. Aircraft on the ground they left alone, passenger airplanes they had left alone, until some Middle Eastern army got the idea of loading one with explosives and flying it into one of the alien's mining rigs. The attack had been successful, the rig was obliterated, the mining operation there abandoned. However, the aliens responded by shooting down everything in the air at the time.

      Air passenger service had not then been restored. 
      It was also not a good idea to drive your vehicle directly at an alien wing or contraption, as they would immediately open fire. Any time an alien was killed, the aliens would retaliate, killing a hundred or more humans in the immediatly closest area. There was no communication, only slaughter and the working of machinery. Once they had killed enough people, they would simply stop, and return to whatever they had been doing. So, if one heard alien weapon fire, it was best to flee or hide deep underground until the retaliation was over. Some people reported surviving by playing possum, but there was evidence in other events of people being shot while they lay on the ground, so running away or locking yourself into a bunker seemed to be the best choices.
      I had come across a crashed alien wing, and because it had been so sudden, I didn't have a chance to turn away before I heard the amplified alien voice. I saw the pilot was pinned. I moved up and used some of the wreckage to pry him loose. His blood was a deep blue green color. I used a plastic grocery bag and some napkins from my "to go" lunch to make a bandage. Then I helped the alien up and helped him to my car. The alien pointed down a road and I started driving. Every so often the alien spoke, and I could hear replies. He would indicate that I should slow, then pointed and I would turn. Eventually we came to a small alien outpost. He indicated that I should stop and I did so. He tried to get out of the car, but couldn't. I got out and opened the door, then helped him out, and then even helped him approach the alien outpost. Eventually I ended up carrying him.
      Aliens, armed appeared on the firing platform, but the big guns didn't track me. I carried the alien right up to the ground entry. Terrified. The alien indicated that I should put him down. I checked his bandages pulling the ends of the wounds back together and tightening everything up. I walked away but turned back. No one had opened the door, though the aliens had left their firing platform.
      I waited, still, no one had come out of the outpost to pick up the alien pilot. The alien was speaking. I had no idea what he was saying, of course. I looked at the outpost. The big guns were still not tracking me, so I went back to the alien, taking off my jacket. I made him lay back and elevated his leg (especially the wounded one.) The alien clutched my arm, just above the wrist, it was shivering. I grabbed its wrist as well, sitting down next to it. We waited, together. Eventually a flying wing arrived. Oddly, the outpost defenses powered up and the guns tracked the vehicle as it settled, Harrier like, just in front of my car. An alien got out, actually moving to check out my car. The alien muttered, tried to speak. It weakly pointed to the wing.
      I shouted out, lifting up the pilot, who tried to hold on to me. The alien turned around, saw me walking towards them and reached for his weapon. The alien I was carrying spoke again, and I could hear the muffled reply. The other alien lowered his weapon and beckoned me closer. Another alien appeared in the hatch of the ship momentarily, then vanished. The wing powered up and I could feel air and heat rushing past my legs. The alien walked over and took his pilot from me after inspecting my bandaging job.
       They both stayed, just for a moment. Looking at me. Then, both almost together, quite clearly said "thank you" heavily accented. I waited to make sure they were aboard their ship and then walked back to my vehicle, which was directly in front of the wing's weapons. The wing lifted off the ground and turned around as I got into my car. The wing tilted left, then right. Then straightened up and took off.
        I sat in my car, shaking. Wondering how badly I had just screwed up.
        A few moments later, the ground began to rumble. A shadow blocked out the sky, and an alien ship hovered over the outpost. A moment later the alien crew came out of the outpost and were suddenly lifted up into the hovering alien vessel, followed momentarily by the outpost itself. I watched the alien ship move out across the valley, picking up outpost after outpost.
        When I got home, covered with alien blood, the news was all filled with pictures of the alien pullout, but just of our little neighborhood. Essentially everything within several miles of where the pilot was recovered.
        "What happened to you?"
        "I found an injured alien and took him back to his people."
        "What! They could have killed you!"
        "But they didn't."  I pointed to the television. "It seems to have worked out okay, though."

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