What Dreams May Come (Volume II)

I would say the majority of my dreams are weird.  Once when telling a friend about my dreams he described them as being of an X-Files nature.  I think I would have to agree.  Most of my dreams seem to be "set" in my old hometown where I grew up,  however this one particular dream was set right outside my door and became a living nightmare.

Across from the apartment building where I live there is a large field, that's farmed.  I was out, taking a walk through the centre of the field, where the grain had grown about two feet high.  The dream started in daylight, but quickly became dark.  For some reason, I think I was wearing some sort of dress, which, is not a common thing for me. Anyway, I became kind of uneasy in the darkness and was nervously looking around at the grain around me, gently blowing in the breeze. Suddenly, there were glowing eyes, in the wheat, coming towards me. Startled, I stopped walking, I started to turn around, but there were more sets of eyes. . .and more and more!  I was surrounded! The shapes started to emerge from the darkness — they were aliens!  They were two feet tall.  (I remember this detail vividly)  I was seriously terrified.  They also seemed to move very fast and were shifting their positions as they encircled me.  I was panicked, I turned around and started running as fast as I could. 

Next thing I know, I'm in bed (in my dream) and sleeping next to my husband.  But, a noise in the apartment caused me to wake up and look out towards the kitchen. THE ALIENS ARE IN THE APARTMENT!  (Maybe the stupid neighbour upstairs buzzed them in.) I looked out into the hall and I see the glowing eyes. I tried to wake my husband up, but he sleeps like he's heavily sedated. The glowing eyes continued to approach. . . then, I woke up for real.

I shot straight up to a sitting position, scared out of my mind, breathing like I've been running and my heart was pounding in my chest.  I told myself it was only a dream, when I turned to look out into the hall and saw darkness. . . then. . . two glowing eyes, two feet high, opened slowly and squinted at me from the kitchen — THE ALIENS ARE REAL! THEY'RE IN THE KITCHEN!  My heart was pounding again, I was trying to get the words out to wake up my husband, but I suddenly found that I had forgotten how to formulate words, and I was too terrified to run and shut the bedroom door. The glowing eyes slowly close and open again. . . I gasped. . . it's not a dream!  THEY'RE OUT THERE! WHAT WILL I DO? 

Then I slowly started to come to my senses. I cautiously got up, tip toed across the bedroom, the glowing eyes glaring at me and following my movements all the while. I hit the light switch, and what do I see. . . but my sleepy cat, sitting on a box, about two feet off the floor, in the corner of the kitchen.  Relief.

I managed to get back to sleep and didn't remember the dream until some time the next day when someone said the word "alien" and it all came back to me.  I have no idea why the aliens were only two feet tall, but they were definitely menacing for their size.  I remember that their eyes were shaped just like my cat's and glowed with the same sort of orange color.  They had gloved hands and perhaps black outfits. . . I don't know, it was pretty dark in the field.  They were definitely bald.  I'll just never forget the sheer terror of waking up from a nightmare, to find out it's real. . . and in your living room. . . and  eats a diet of Iams hairball formula.