It all started out as a Roswell episode essentially. For the most part
I was essentially a camera man following Michael. The bad aliens had devised
a plan based on the theory behind the You couldn't use a time machine to
visit the 13th century node. They broke us (the good aliens) up into two
groups and sent us on this search for something in the woods. each group
had a walkie talkie but the one Michael had was booby trapped. They had
modified an old alien tech so that whoever used it would be transported
in time but not space and die in the vacuum of space.
Fortunately Michael knew this but the question was how was he going to
turn the tables on them without letting them know he knew. Eventually he
hatched a plan involving a huge home telescope pointed at the sun with the
eyepiece pointed at the walkie talkie.
Then we were in a parking lot at night running towards our car. The aliens
knew we had something amazingly valuable hidden there and they had to have
it. It was so valuable that they gave up all pretence of hiding among the
humans and froze them all in place. My perspective changed to that of Max.
We had made it to the car first and I was laying on top of it reaching through
the slightly opened sun roof trying to use my powers to make the thing
come to me. Bad aliens had almost reached the car.
The scene changed, and jumped back in time a little bit. It was now back
to the same time as the events at the beginning of the dream and I (masukomi
not Roswell character) was talking with a female noder who shall remain
unnamed. She was working behind the counter in a pharmacy. We were totally
doing the flirting thing but she was working and not allowed
to really socialize. So, she was would encode words in these double sided
tooth brushes. I could read them by feeling them, kinda like braille,
but I found it much easier to stick them in my mouth and run my tongue over
the bristles even though I realized this looked a bit silly in the middle
of a pharmacy. After a couple of tooth brushes she switched to writing notes
on this little pharmacy notepad which she would leave in this pamphlet
holder at the end of the counter.
In retrospect this is of course completely idiotic but still kinda cute
in one of those innocent first crush kinda ways. I just couldn't wait to
read the next note and each one was separated by lots of eye contact and
blushing.
The scene switched again, and for some reason she had a different body.
I liked her real body better but hey I'm
not in control of these dreams. The new body had a bad haircut too. We were
standing outside of her house on the porch and she had her back against
the door frame. We were revealing to each other how we really felt, except
I wasn't really me any more. I was and evil alien who had made themselves
look like masukomi. The things she said were very touching, and made my
heart go pitter pat, and then I started to get confused about what my character
was supposed to know when I was me again since she would have thought
that this happened with me, except it didn't, but I was there, only not
really. Then came a wonderful kiss which I loved but made me
feel bad because it wasn't really me she was kissing even though she thought
it was.
Again the scene switched and she and I (real me again) were in this bathroom
together. Everything was covered in small off-white tiles with a green line
running horizontally around the room at eye level. It was really just a
shower room since it didn't have anything but shower heads in it except
for one end where there was a shower curtain around one section. The scene
began with her in a towel helping Michael (see there was a point to the
whole beginning of this log) to crawl out of a window at the far end of
the room.
Then the three shower heads were all suddenly on (bad continuity editing
I admit) making us wet, warm, and steamy. I was wearing a cottony, green,
pull over that hung down to mid-thigh and was starting to get soaked and
heavy. But she removed her towel and we closed the space between us. Her
hands pressed against my sides as I ran mine down her back.
But, I pulled away, I didn't want to but I had to. I cared about her,
and it wasn't right to go any farther without telling her my secret.
I was an alien. I knew she would be ok with it but I still needed to tell
her before the pull over came off and there was no going back.
IRL the pullover belonged to illumina (do you still have that babe?).
The walkie talkie was seen on the hip of a bartender at the e2 frog
pond gulp the theory
about time travel was because I had read that node not too long before
going to bed. The car wasn't mine. I'm not an alien.