Aliens Are Looking For Syrup

Date: 3/17/2023

I was a learner driver, driving around a suburban area on a sunny day and realizing I recognised it. Somehow the area immediately reminded me of Britney Spears. I saw a house and said to someone in the car "that's where Britney used to live! That's where she grew up." I got out of the car to make sure. I knew there was a chalk drawing she did as a little girl on the sidewalk and I went to find it. I can't remember what it was, except that it was pink, but I took a picture of it on my phone and uploaded it on Instagram with the caption "@britneyspears remember this? 💗" Then the dream fundamentally shifted. At first I was somewhere in the mountains, in some desolate cave where a group of esoteric priests told me about how all the religions of the world are false gods because they're "galactic gods" which do not originate from earth, and that these priests are the only people who have kept the true Earth faith alive. The "galactic" religions essentially directed humans to worship alien gods, feeding them spiritual energy, like a form of brainwashing or spiritual slavery. The Old Earth faith needs to be revived in order to protect the planet from alien invasion. Then I'm back home, my distant family members are visiting, we hang out and share gifts, everything is normal. I go to the backyard and look up. It's evening time and a little overcast, I see distant lights in the sky and I think they're stars at first, there's about three, but they start moving around, and more start appearing. I call my mom to check it out. She's like "what the hell?" the rest of my family members come to look. The lights start moving around, shapeshifting. So I'm thinking... Drones? And then there's an explosion somewhere nearby. Immediately I sense something is very wrong. A man in complex military gear jumps into our yard and warns us to get out of town ASAP. We are being invaded. I see something crashing down from the sky towards us at high speed and close the door shut, I close my eyes and then there's a huge explosion. At this point I assume the dream will end because that's what happens when I die in dreams, but to my surprise we were unharmed. There was fire and debris just outside the door, bright colours. Me and my family quickly scramble to get stuff into bags or luggage but I panic and don't know what to take or leave behind. Instead I go to the front door, curious to check the street. I look up and there's more lights in the sky. I feel like they can see me, that they're looking at me. The streets are half-empty, people are panicking. I feel strange... As if suddenly the whole event makes sense to me, as if I always knew it would happen, and that I have a purpose associated with this event. I feel like I have to find a woman who is the incarnation of a powerful goddess. I go to the street and start looking. I see a scared woman trying to get into a closed bar, I try to talk to her but she flips me off. Then a dark car pulls up and a man tells me to get inside, so I do. I feel like I'm supposed to be there, so I am not afraid. A man who is vaguely familiar to me, but gives off slightly alien/otherworldly vibes, hands me an outdated bottle of flavouring syrup (hazelnut or caramel) and asks me where he could get more of those. Obviously I'm surprised but don't question it, it sounds like an innocent question. I start to feel that the aliens are not a threat, at least not to me, or certain people. He turns on the lights inside the car, I take a better look at the bottle, the label on it is slightly worn. I ask him "do you want the same brand? Manufacturer?" I can't remember his reply, but I think he preferred the same brand and it wasn't a problem if he couldn't get it. I give him the name of a local supermarket where we could get it, so he directs the driver to take us there. The dream shifts again, yet I feel it's connected. I join some kind of religious cult which has taken over the area or the world. I am undercover, however, as is another person. The cult is for women only, with initiation starting in adolescence. If we hadn't had our period yet, we have to wear white loose pants. I remember having to walk around in circles with other girls and participate in prayers and rituals. The women in charge were strict and cold, and I couldn't wait to get out. They were suspicious as well. One particular ritual day we were told to put on red pants on top of the white, to encourage menstruation or something. I felt that my stay in this institution was soon coming to an end, and I couldn't wait. Outside the institution, I had guns and was a trained fighter, not an obedient little girl whose purpose was procreation.