They have been less frequent the last couple years, but UFOs have been recurrent motifs in my dream life for years. Two mornings ago, I had a dream where a sudden warming started dissolving ice clouds, sending the shards hurtling toward Earth. (I should mention that an established cold snap was predicted to yield to a relatively warm spell.)
In the dream, the result was a challenging yet nonthreatening game of dodging these blocks of ice. As a natural athlete, I found it quite fun. When one of the ice clouds disintegrated, a UFO’s hiding spot was disclosed. The flat, rectangular craft, with an edifice on top, sported six lights on its underside.
“Look at that shit,” I said casually to the black stranger who was seated next to me. “I always knew I’d see one up close.” Laughing, I noted that they would now have to find another spot.
And then it landed nearby.
My newfound friend and I ran into the adjoining trailer, which morphed into the house of a friend whose dad recently died. I knew that the aliens were coming for us, and that there was nowhere to hide. Trembling, I ran to futilely hide in a spot of the house where my friend’s dad held a meager liquor cache. I downed the only bottle I could find, a one-shot Merlot.
An older white doctor arrived, assuring me that they were there to take care of us. He was followed by a young Asian doctor or nurse, who was attractive yet had an eerie quality about her.
My insomnia has been in remission lately, but I nonetheless put in early wake-up calls so I can do whatever reading, writing, or exercise I need to do. Right after the Asian lady appeared in the dream, I felt the real-world tap on my bed. “5:00, Mr. Willard.”
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It was interesting that the UFO-sighting spot transfigured into my friend’s dad’s house. It has been the scene for what I took to be the most bona fide UFO sighting I have ever experienced. A score of them appeared that night, deep in space, moving erratically and unlike manmade satellites. Years after those sightings, I had a dream where my friend and I saw an impressive UFO display.
In an old VW Bug, Barack Obama suddenly pulled up and sped into the driveway. “At last,” I thought, “we were going to get some official declaration.”
I received a different message.
“You guys got any weed?”