Posts Tagged ‘aliens’

Deep in a subterranean shelter, hidden from the insect-like alien invaders known as Skitters that ruled the surface, we began dissecting a recovered alien corpse.  The shelter was still in construction when the aliens fell from the skies, so a gaping hole to the next level up hung above our heads instead of a ceiling.  I was nervous about the utter darkness of that hole beyond the illumination of our shop lights, but my two companions didn’t seem to mind.  Both were women; one a qualified doctor doing the operation, and the other the love of my life.

The deceased subject lay on a metal table in the center of the large room. The doctor gingerly moved aside some slimy tentacles from its body and the puckered mouth in the center of the carapace reluctantly opened with the aid of her forceps.  She placed a small cloth disk inside to keep it open.  I stood off to the side against the wall with my girlfriend.

The doctor was engrossed in her work.  A few alien tentacles twitched where they draped over the table to the floor.  Again they twitched, this time a little more.  It slowly dawned on me that the alien was not dead, and worse, it was sending out some kind of signal for help.

I grabbed my machine gun and my girlfriend did the same with hers.  We sprinted out the door into the hallway.  The hall turned left and proceeded straight, sloping gently upwards to end in a set of steep stairs leading to the distant surface.  The ceiling here was unfinished as well and alien bugs the size of dogs spilled out of holes into the hall.  I squeezed the trigger and swept the barrel side to side, unleashing a stream of armor piercing bullets.  Bug after bug erupted into a fountain of green and yellow gore that plastered the ceiling and walls. Egg pods began to drop from the ceiling and hatch. We kept firing and they just kept coming.

I threw down my gun and unslung the flamethrower from my back.  Liquid fire spewed out the end of the barrel and I began to make headway against the alien swarm.  Walking slowly up the sloping hallway, I nearly reached the base of the stairs when I heard the chittering of thousands of aliens.

“Get back!” I screamed.  “I’m turning on the afterburner!”  My girlfriend ran back into the room and I flipped a switch on the flamethrower.  The force of the blast nearly knocked me off my feet.  A stream of near invisible white hot death ascended the stairway.  Countless aliens were incinerated instantly.

The blaze was too much for the shelter.  Flames spilled out on the floor and licked up the walls to turn the ceiling into a canopy of fire.  The stairs were the only way out.  I retreated to the back room to find the doctor and my girlfriend cowering in the center of the room.  The flames drew closer.   Unable to stand the heat’s inexorable advance, the doctor ran for the wall where a bank of large ovens sat.  She dove inside one and reached out to turn the knob to max.  A brief explosion of flame signaled her quick and relatively painless death.

I drew my girlfriend to me and held her close as the firestorm closed in around us.  It ignited our clothing and singed our hair.  We embraced with one final kiss as the inferno consumed us.

I just returned yesterday from a near week long whitewater rafting trip down the Snake River in Idaho/Oregon.  I take one or two rafting trips a year (sometimes three if I’m lucky) and it is one of my main hobbies.  It is strange then, that it does not pop up in my dreams more often; just once since I started this blog in fact.

Due to the technologically isolated nature of floating on an inflatable raft for several days down a rushing river in the wilderness, I was unable to promptly record my dreams upon waking as I have been.  All I have of those memories of things that didn’t happen are fragments, a few of which I shall share with you now.

One instance was pretty much the worst dream ever.  It involved alien slugs taking over people’s brains and controlling them as they started  bashing people’s skulls in with rocks.  There was an orgy of blood and sex that resulted in a woman painfully and willfully giving birth to an alien slug by ripping it out of herself.  That one certainly woke me up screaming to an imagined image of my brother’s silhouette standing in a doorway staring at me.

That was not the only nightmarish dream I had on the trip.  This is interesting, because I very rarely have scary dreams.  Perhaps the looming stress of my employment (or lack thereof) situation is affecting my psyche.  The second nightmare had some positive aspects to it though.  It started with a grayed-out corpse of a woman crawling towards me with severed stumps for arms.  After the initial shock of that sight, I realized I was dreaming and had a brief flash of lucidity where I was able to clamp down on the dream.  These are the best words I can use to describe the feeling.  It just felt like my brain got a firm grip on a situation it did not like happening and turned the woman’s arms into hammers instead of bloody stumps.  It was an improvement for sure, but why hammers I cannot say.

I was pretty nervous.  It’s not every day that you’re selected to be Earth’s ambassador to aliens about to make first contact.  They were scheduled to land in my backyard at 8:00 PM sharp.  I knocked back a double shot of Crystal Head vodka to calm my jitters and glanced at the clock.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.  “It’s 8:00 right now!” A piece of chewing gum flew out of my mouth as I spoke.  I looked out my back window.  The swimming pool took up most of the yard.  Its water reached all the way up to the base of the window frame.  A sudden flash of bright light lit the pool and three spotlights beamed down from above.  A red and white rocket ship straight out of a 1950’s serial gently glided down  to rest hovering a few feet above the water’s surface.   I was surprised to see the ship was only about six feet tall.

I pressed my face close against the glass trying to get a better look.  A sudden metallic clank accompanied the door on the bottom of the rocket flying open.  Something shot down out of the rocket into the pool.  In a split second a shape flew through the water and burst up to the surface to strike the window in front of my face.  A small grotesque alien with terribly mutated features was plastered against the glass.  It let out a horrible bleating noise, like a goat being skinned alive.  I screamed.