Invaded by aliens (July 10, 2009)
I am sitting in a car. Someone else is driving while I’m looking out over the urban landscape. The sunset cannot be seen, though it’s getting darker and darker. Suddenly I see lots of airplanes – military fighters – in the air. Their tremendous speed makes me nervous and soon the entire sky is filled with loud flying machines. Very quickly I realize that the situation is out of control – I actually suspect we’re being invaded by aliens. The car stops and I get out as fast as possible, then I start running. When we reach the corner of the block I get down on my kness to rest, but accidentally put my hand in some sort of wet mud. By the wall I see a coat and beneath the fabric a strange creature. It’s not a human being but it’s not one of the (presumably evil) attacking aliens either. This being is made of, or entirely covered with, mud. My first reaction is to look for what direction to flee, but at the same time I know that this dressed living mud want me know harm – so I stay.
