Weird ass dreams

Seldom do I remember my dreams, but when I do and they’re particularly weird or strange, I like to write them down so that I can try and process what I think my mind is going through, or just to remember them so I can think about later, or in cases like this, so that I can have something to write about when I feel like there’s nothing to write about.

In this particular dream, Earth has been invaded by aliens that remain faceless throughout the duration of my dream.  They do not seem to necessarily be hostile, but based on their request of humanity, there is an underlying threat of world domination that seems to be present throughout it.  I think at one point in the dream, I compare them to the Borg from Star Trek, and that the key to defeating them might be domesticated animals like dogs, because they seem to have a lock down on dominating humanity, but not necessarily animals.

Anyway, the aliens basically request that humanity submit to them, and that humans can voluntarily submit themselves to a remaining lifetime of captivity where they will live out their lives in what’s basically hotel rooms or really small apartments.  However, they will basically get anything they want or need, so it doesn’t really sound like that bad of a deal, except for the fact that we’re all voluntarily giving ourselves away to live in a degree of captivity.

Mythical gf and I, among many other people in the world decide to take the deal, because there’s an underlying sense of humanity going all biblical on each other once the aliens likely become more hostile and violent to resistance of their existence, and the notion of safety and security in spite of confinement seems like the more logical choice than to live in a world that has a high chance of going dystopian.

We show up to one of the areas where humans basically check themselves in, and naturally there’s that perpetual second-guessing of wondering if we’re doing the right thing, and how we’re basically giving up our lives and all of our earthly possessions and that there’s not really any turning back once we give ourselves up.

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