Monday, October 27, 2014
Recurring Dreams of Alien Invasion
My recurring alien invasion dreams started out as intense and frightening; not quite nightmares, but memorable and disturbing.
Over the past eighteen months these dreams have gradually taken on a more cartoonish aspect.
I no longer feel afraid in them. I no longer feel susceptible to alien capture or mind control, although the invaders are always trying to win me over.
Meanwhile, how is everyone else doing?
Let's just say, it's not going well for Planet Earth.
In my dreams, most humans have already fallen for the alien schtick.
No one ever sees the aliens directly. When they do show themselves it is in human form, usually in a uniform of some sort, yet everyone understands that this just a meat-suit, not how they actually appear to each other.
Really, we have no idea what they look like.
What everyone notices instead (in fact can't help but notice) is their airships. The airships are huge, silver, and unavoidable. You can't really run from them. You can't hide.
The ships are for us, not them. They are not 'in' the ships, they are just gathering us into them.
Their pitch to humanity is this:
"We can help you guys. Join us. We know what we're doing and we can make each of you into the highest, most realized personal form possible. Why would you not want that? Isn't that what everyone wants? So join us. We can help."
Most people do join them willingly, but shortly thereafter the joiners begin to change rapidly, to mutate into some bizarrely specialized form.
So, say the aliens decide your genetic code predisposes you to computer work. You soon grow to be a part of the computer, you stop looking like other humans, you instead take on a fleshy form compatible with what you are doing, Maybe you meld with the computer at head and hand level.
Once you are assigned a task, that's all you do, and you claim to be happy about it.
Basically, you become a slave, but a seemingly happy one. Bizarre to behold, but totally efficient.
If you decline the aliens' offer of help, they keep after you. They mean for you to have their 'help' one way or the other. They are constantly after you to join.
In the dreams, I don't want their 'help'. I'm horrified by the whole spectacle.
The only fully human creatures left on Earth are me and a few other misfits who won't join.
Just the Way It Is
But lately I've been seeing these dreams as simply an imaginative reflection of how things actually are. As a species, it seems we are actively and rapidly transforming ourselves into an alien force: mutable, cancerous, bizarre. Comic, yet lethal.
Bad for Earth and all its other creatures.
Indeed, in our rush for profit and efficiency, for ever newer and better technology even before we know what to do with the stuff, we seem to be losing our humanity.
Once this interpretation occurred to me, I began to think outside the box.
More on that in the next post.