Abducted
I had a jumble of dreams that seemed to be connected in subtle ways to things I did Sunday in my whirlwhind trip to LA. (More on that later in the next post.)
I’m moving from a townhouse to somewhere else and people are helping move. There’s a basement to my townhouse, and it’s nasty as basements can be, musty and dark. Some of the things I have stored down there are crumbling from the damp. Some boxes have molded or reached the point of almost falling apart. I end up throwing a lot of stuff out in disgust, the smell tainting my hands.
My new place is larger and a bit antiseptic. Beige carpets that seem to be the hallmark of apartment living everywhere. And a mysterious two-paned door.
In real life, I just visited with friends Kyle and Mel. In my dream, I think the apartment that I’m moving into was theirs.
The door is in a hallway, perhaps leading downstairs to a basement.
There’s a key for the bottom of the door, but not the top.
I ask my friends moving out what the top half of the door is for.
“Oh, that’s Scott’s, the apartment manager’s door. He has the key. We can never get in.”
The boottom half is a bit like an Alice door — you have to hunch down a bit to get in, but then it’s fine.
But I’m curious. I want to go ask Scott, but I haven’t seen him.
So I start investigating, and as I do, I see something dripping down from the door.
And the door looks at first like it might be an acces door to a vent system.
I look at the drippings tuff. It’s on the floor now, and it’s watered down, reddish pink.
The dripping is definitely coming from above. And it looks like blood would if diluted.
I’m sure there’s a body in there. What’s more, I know Scott must’ve hidden it there. What I don’t know is how I’ll find out for sure, or how to do it without letting Scott know. But he’s not around.
In the end, I think I must have been scared by Scott.
When he finally reappears, he catches me staring at the door. He smiles at me too widely. I look down and the pinkish stains are gone.
I’m still scared as I put away stuff.
Kindly people who seem like my parents or older, are there. Maybe they’ve just sort of adopted me.
We’re unpacking, and the woman is washing dishes. I look inside a vase, and it has blood in it. I look above me, and see spots of blood forming like beads of water forming in a line. Bright red this time, not watered down.
I’m the only one to see them, and as the blood drips down like a slow leak, I quickly wipe it up. It is very thick.
I see the blood as a warning, and I think I’m deciding I shouldn’t live here anymore. I deliberately drop the vase and pretend it was an accident so I don’t have to explain the blood. I just pretend to be upset when talking to the motherly woman.
I prepare to leave again, and maybe I’m still trying to leave. But I pack very lightly this time. I don’t kwow when I’ll be back, and I don’t want Scott to know that I’m leaving. The kindly older couple will live there for me.
I’m very sad because I don’t want to leave, but I’m also scared.
I say goodbye and have to leave my cat. There’s only one, so it must be Merlin. Uncharacteristically, I have to leave him behind for a year. I know he doesn’t understand as I talk to him through the bottom of the screen door.
I stand outside on a short grassy hill with flowers, and right beyond, a warm, green sea.
And there, in my sadness, I see a tiny bit of a rainbow through the darkness and clouds.
It’s pointed out to me, but I”m only half-happy about the sight. But I go swimming in the warm water to ease my sorrow, and it is beautiful.
Then the dream seems to shift, and I become attached to a group of people that either live just off the shore, or perhaps are on a cruise or tour bus. We live in close quarters, but it is comfortable.
There’s an abduction of mostly children from our group and four adults. We know nothing except they were taken by aliens.
The rest of us are left behind to live normally. This continues for a while, as we live in fear of what will happen next.
Then after four years, a ship or bus with the missing people is returned to us in a blaze of lights.
A message is brought to me. The children are all returned, bubbly and happy, like nothing has happened. They haven’t even aged.
I read the note and am not happy. I am expected to go in the next rotation, and I don’t know how long it will be. And I know this has always been part of the deal.
I go swimming instead. Maybe we’ve been on the shore all this time. There’s another rainbow, and then I see it extends into a full sphere below the water where I swim.
I help out around the compound. Fix a light. People come to me for guidance, problems. And then I get another summons, less polite.
I am wearing a dark blue suit, and it looks very professional, making me look very thin. I look official, in charge.
The summons also has several sheafs of directions on onionskin paper. The information is hard to read. Some of it is handwritten in pencil, and other parts in tiny type. Maybe I have a hard time reading it in that way that I often do in dreams. Reading or numbers often seem to be just beyond my grasp, which is almost a trigger for me to realize that I’m dreaming. But I manage to read some of it, and a lot of it is history of the group, and what happened to the people in the time away. And the background of the kindly people that took my apartment when I had to flee.
I start getting more pressure to go. I stall, saying I still have more things to do. The beautyf of where I’m at is bittersweet. I don’t want to leave.
Until I finally succumb, and go into the ship/bus.
I’m surprised by what I see. I’m sure I’ll see aliens, and instead I see the missing adults. They’re angry that I’ve left them there for so long.
They’re middle aged and a couple remind me of very minor actors. I tell them I don’t want to go, but they tell me it was agreed on, and that they’re done with their duty.
