Had a dream where I saw a UFO (your general flying saucer variety) make an appearance. I waved at it in a friendly manner, and it flew up to me, and was about the size of a dish after it went up to me (essentially shrunk on it's way), orbited me as if it was curious about why I wasn't scared of it, unlike everyone else that would see it, and for some reason, it mounted itself on my back, and I felt like I was being "read" thoroughly, and being possessed by it for a moment, scaring everyone else around me, but I assured everyone not to worry (though they wouldn't buy it). After it detatched from me, it pulsed a bit, and a squadron of them came from down the street, but keeping their large size (the size of houses and condos), and for no real reason, a heavy storm was forming, and a tornado appeared over the ocean. Despite how startling the encounter was, I felt we could trust them. Then I woke up.
It's funny how when weird shit happens, in dreamworlds or reality, I don't react like anyone else. Maybe that's why the UFOs were actually rather peaceful around me in the dream. If I could trust them, they could trust me. Looking up the dream meanings, UFOs represent alienation; I'm often alienated (even if I feel I can be at home somewhere, I'm still an "outsider"/exile no matter how long I spend around people (even friends I've known for eons, or even family friends). I never fit in or belong; and always feel at risk of being thrown under the bus for any reason, meaningful or petty.), and I welcome those also alienated easily. I know how they feel. Being read by them, I think they wanted to be sure I wasn't being controlled by anything/anyone else. Seems they have enemies of their own that take our form (secret societies their enemy? Are they a peace-loving exo-species/race that happens to run into a violently racist alien race (us humans)?). Would explain why they tend to be armed to the teeth even on their scouts, and usually disable all our nukes first thing upon contact. Makes me feel like we humans ARE the real monsters. Their curiosity rose because I showed no signs of wanting to do any harm, and not cowering in fear like 99% of those they contact).
Maybe I read too much into my dreams.
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Re-reading it, I'm oddly reminded of the many characters I've had in my recurring and waking dreams (like the girl with purple eyes, and the one that punched out God (for context: She was defending my honor against Him, as if God was bullying me), for starters); and oddly enough, I feel like I belong in that group as well. All kinds of weird, and yet, truly kind people that would be exiles just for being freaks in their own right, and belong nowhere; especially in our society. In a sense, we're like people that were generated due to a bug in the Matrix; we shouldn't exist (an alternate theory is that they could also be angels, and in other cases, converted/noble demons, in their own right). It's like our kind nature, or even perpetuating good will, will end all existence (then again, if we're a universe or world built upon hatred, I understand why that would be; we're balancing the equation until nothing is left). Reality itself being the central aspect of the equation being solved. We're coming up with things that science can never explain, no matter how hard you try, but an imagination and maybe a little faith can; realists, obviously, will prevent that from ever happening by discouraging such nonsense. Science provides examples, citations, solutions and such; disproving, rather than proving; and faith and imagination is like a child's explanation: "Because we can.". Breaking that down, I think I'm done with reality/realism in general, or better stated: "I reject your reality, and substitute my own.". I miss abstraction, it was a simpler time. I didn't need to explain everything; it just worked, no matter how silly it was. If my hand was shaped like a gun, it can kill my targets at a distance, because I said so. If I had something that looked like a flying car, it was a flying car, no need to do all the engineering; because I said so. I miss the era of imagination.
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Speaking of flying cars and such, I'm beyond disappointed in our future/present. It's not the future we were promised, either because of science dispelling our imagination (preventing exploration into making the impossible possible), or politics making us scared to think outside the box because of "TERRORISM!!!!". What the hell happened to us? Since when did becoming adults make us more scared about the unknown than when we were as kids scared of the same thing? Mind you, these are also mostly adults with zero intention of having kids, or don't have kids at all either to be scared for, and they're still this scared, or worse. You'd think not having (and no intention of having any) kids of your own to worry about would give you more balls to go for anything; or is it that people really are this greedy to the core, and self-preservation>being adventurous, when you have nothing to lose? That to me sounds like greed that leads nowhere; especially if you can afford to go somewhere. Sorry about the rant, but this has always bothered me, and it seemed relevant to the topic. Where are our dreamers (socially speaking in general)? I feel like laws (theoretical and legally) locked them all up, and scared the rest into submission. Since when has reality been a constant for everyone? The way I see it, realism/reality should be a variable, not a constant. That's my definition of faith; the ability to make being real an option. Reason: "Because we can". No further explanation required, outside it also being my definition of faith; "You will it to happen, it WILL happen.". And once again, sorry about the rant and sounding rather preachy.