Atypical Alien Abductions

Date: 1/1/2017

I wouldn't even begin to be able to tell you, with coherency, what EXACTLY was happening or why, but bear with me and I'll try my best. It started out as a "normal" dream, though it has this uncanny sense of "something's not quite right" to it. There was a boy and a girl who were childhood sweethearts, who would recognize and gravitate towards each other at the drop of a hat, no matter who tried to come between them. Nice setup, right? Well, it starts losing its sweetness pretty quick. Years passed since they were children, and they were now in high school. For whatever reason, this girl's parents didn't want her to marry that same boy, even though they really didn't seem to have anything personal against him, and even though they were both too young to be thinking about marriage anyway. (I'm starting to think it might've been her grandparents against it, actually.) And yes, don't worry -- this knowledge does move the plot along. So, of course, the weird shit started happening. This guy was going out to buy a few things at a local Walmart (I guess this might've been in the future because the setup was far more complex than a modern day Walmart). He went with some of his folks, I think. Except I was seeing this though his eyes, so technically, they were "my" folks. I digress... (I've had a few dreams about going to waste money at the mall, where some stores were connected through a lack of back wall. Specifically, a shoe and clothing department stores. Don't ask why I brought this up -- the Walmart shopping experience reminded me of it. And no, nothing bad happened in the other shopping dreams. That was usually it. I think.) So, we were heading out after some shopping when we noticed something odd -- I guess we saw that something wasn't quite right, probably because the sky didn't look the same as usual, and no, it was not "rain or natural disaster" strange. It was "the sky looks like a black hole is way too close" strange. Needless to say, it looked scary as hell, and nobody was too eager to find out what was going on. Except, obviously, we weren't given much of a choice in that department. Something started malfunctioning -- I remember in-dream knowing that it was the Earth's gravitational pull either being redirected or rendered null, entirely. Of course, because I assumed that was a black hole, I was terrified because everyone knows what happens to you when you get too close to a black hole. I thought for sure this was the end of Earth, and of this galaxy. I had no idea how a black hole had snuck up on us without any warning, because trust you me, those things do not just pop out of thin air, and this one definitely would've irregulated the pull of the sun and destroyed every planet in the galaxy -- it was large enough that it was all anyone could see. Obviously, mass panic broke out. And just like that, it was like a switch was flipped. People began to lose their pull and "fall" into the air. But not just everyone. You would expect that everything would go up with them -- cars, tables, etc... For some reason, nothing but the people were being pulled up. First clue that something, besides the obvious, was not quite right. And not even just everyone. Heavier people weren't. Neither were those under stable roofing (like, people standing in a gazebo would've been safe, which didn't make sense and still shouldn't). So, basically, once people noticed, because it didn't take long to (considering that the first ones to go were the ones further out in the open, with no cover, alone), they began to scramble for purchase, whether it be through heavier folks nearby, or, if they could make it, under the many little walkways that Walmart used to show off gardening supplies. Needless to say, my folks and I made it. But it was horrifying to watch other people be pulled up into the air against their wills, screaming and crying and the whole nine yards. Then... it stopped. Just like that. The "black hole" was still there, but it was like it had just decided that it was "done" for the moment. Clue number two that something wasn't quite as it seemed. Horrified, people took that opportunity to, obviously, leave Walmart and go say bye to their loved ones, or something. The people I was with decided to go try and find the rest of our folks and stick together to try and "weather" it out, or to find out what the hell was going on. By that point, everyone around me seemed to have caught onto the disaster at hand. It apparently hadn't just happened at Walmart (which was to be expected, honestly). People were being pulled up left and right at irregular intervals -- we ran the entire way back to our place in the suburbs, stating careful to always have cover around. Somehow we made it. Let's just say that events continued transpiring, since I can't remember every detail of the dream. I will tell you, however, the bits and pieces that I do remember. At some point, the guy's (my) girlfriend got pulled up. I was obviously not happy about this, but what could I do? I mourned her as being dead because that's what I thought had happened. It was taking me a while to come to terms with, though, as if I somehow knew that she was still alive. I recall sitting in the kitchen of my home and talking to one of my grandmothers and being informed that the only people in the family left were the ones sitting in that kitchen. I also recall another strange thing that was probably the third clue to helping figure out that something was amiss -- no animals were being pulled up. No trees, no plants, nothing but people. I don't remember how I found out for certain that there was foul play at hand, or if I had always suspected or known and gone off that, but I do remember telling my dog, holding him up and talking to him, seriously, as if I were confiding in him and expecting him to be able to do something about my news, or even to understand me, that I was going to go and "save her". I told him exactly what was going on and that was how I, as the observer, found out that it wasn't a black hole, although its activities had nearly done irreversible damage to the Earth; it was an alien craft of some sort that had been collecting humans for whatever reason (and hadn't felt the need to be subtle about it). I was determined to not only find out why, but to stop it from continuing to happen, and to save my girlfriend. (Who I better have married, honestly, if I went through so much danger just trying to help her.) Of course, I then went out to begin my suicide mission by waiting out in the open, enjoying the beautiful nature around me for possibly the last time, to be picked up. Eventually, I was. I had to fight the panic that gripped me, really, as I wondered whether I could've been wrong and it really could've been some strange black hole or something equally dangerous. Nonetheless, at fifty feet it was already too late to turn back. So, I tried to breathe in, and breathe out, which was becoming increasingly more difficult the higher up I got. I found myself, just as I was beginning to breach the Earth's atmosphere (which had either not been as dangerous as it once was or whose effects were simply being nulled in that particular spot), and staring out over the stars, and galaxies, and planets, suddenly waking up to the inside of a strange place that I had never seen before in my life. The hallways were a smooth, dark grey, almost black, and I was wearing a strange, similarly colored suit that I couldn't remember having put on. I got up and began to walk towards the sound of voices, and found myself in a large room full of people -- the girl being one of them. She didn't seem to have any idea who I was, and I can't exactly remember what I did, but it seemed to displease whoever was in charge, because next thing I know she and I were both being guided down the halls and no being pushed into two identical "pods". I distinctly remember a human-looking woman, with one of those calm computer generated voices, being accompanied by "guards" as they led us up escalator type devices towards the hallways that held said pods. She was the one who informed us that we had displeased the person in charge -- she called him a specific name, or title, but I can't remember what it was. My girlfriend appeared to be somewhat brainwashed, as did everyone else there (maybe they just hadn't gotten around to it, yet, with me), because she begged to be given another chance - saying, specifically, "I can change!" (Yeah. The kind of stuff you say when someone's breaking up with you.) The woman offered her a strangely blank smile before pushing her in, anyways, and off we went, hurtling back towards Earth (which was somehow still in one piece). Somehow, we didn't die. The last thing I heard from the male's narrative was him stating that the most "fucked up thing of all" was that their friends and family, and everyone else who had been taken, were still up there. And that they would probably never see them again. The next thing I know, it's years later, after the initial incident, but no one has forgotten what happened. Now, there were places prepared to fend against a similar attack, since I guess the gravitational regulators were still in the works, and safety measures of never going out too long alone, and always tagging along with someone heavier than you if you were one hundred and fifty pounds or lower. This story starred my actual family and I (yippee, I do so love when horrifying stories feature my actual family and I -- just helps make it harder to separate reality from nightmare). (I guess natural selection would soon be selecting for bigger people.) We were going out, hunting or hiking or something, and following the guidelines of having heavier people accompany the smaller people. We weren't really on the lookout for anything odd, since it had apparently been quite some time since the last incident, which had been assumed to be the only "attack" needed. However, measures of caution were never in short demand. Right when we were joking around, we noticed the flowers blooming right before our very eyes, some glowing a strange color, and others changing colors, altogether. My sister, who had memorized the warning signs of another attack, told us that this wasn't good. And right when we were wondering what to do, and asking how long on between those signs and the event we had, we noticed the sky blackening. I distinctly remember my father saying that we were fucked -- my mother told him not to say that in front of us, to try and not panic us, but he was upfront about it -- we were miles from any cover, and there was always the possibility that they would up the gravitational pull so that it didn't matter how heavy you were -- so that no one or nothing was safe. (A common fear following the first invasion -- that the creatures who did it would not settle for less, next time. Especially since we had no way of defending ourselves.) That's the last thing I remember before reaching for my phone, unlocking it with the exact same password, lock screen wallpaper, and model that I have now... and waking up.