Posted by tabitha on August 5, 2004, at 1:00:46
I was at some kind of summer reunion party with my family, and we were supposed to be all packed up to leave, but on the last day we were playing in the yard. There was a rope swing, and I got on it. It swung waaaaay far from my family, like it was attached to the moon or something, and it kept going faster and faster and I got scared. It finally got tangled in a tree, miles from home in what looked a little like a college campus. I tried to free the rope, and the tree started to disintegrate. I moved away and the inside of the tree started burning and crumbling and finally it imploded and a tank-like vehicle came out and started going up the street toward where my family was. The tank was broadcasting a warning, can't remember the words, but I knew it would make people fear some kind of terrorist nerve-gas release or something. I hid and the tank passed.
Then the whole town was in chaos and barricaded because of the terrorist threat. I tried to get back to my family but the roads were closed. I went waaaay around, and got intercepted by some agents who wanted to interview me. I didn't want to tell anyone I had started it by breaking the tree. I just kept wanting to get back to my family, but I couldn't. I spent a long time wandering through the chaos of the occupied town.
Finally I learned everyone had been transformed by the nerve gas into 10 foot tall aliens, so my family was not my family anymore, they were aliens. My brother was somehow trapped in an adolescent 10 foot tall alient body, and I was a large disembodied head. (I still had my human self in the dream, but I was also back with my family as this disembodied alien head).
Then the world was chaos and there was some kind of battle between the tall aliens and the humans that were left. Somehow the aliens had power and got to abuse the humans. A luxury hotel opened and some of the aliens got to go in posed as employees and they vandalized the hotel. One ground nickels into the marble floor with his cowboy boot, scratching it up, then urinated on the lobby. Somehow the aliens just got to abuse the humans like this all over town.
There was more after that, with me wandering as my alien self, and more conflict, another terrorist threat somewhere, but it was a hoax. Somehow all the terrorist stuff was a hoax, although the people were still transformed by the nerve gas.
I think this is all somehow related to my therapy experience lately. Going out on the rope away from my family is the therapy, and the tank with the poison is the group, the post-apocalyptic world is my emotional life, and the aliens are the therapized versions of people.