Grandma is an alien.

Date: 1/8/2021

I was with a friend and my Grandmother. This friend was rather new, an acquaintance from work but more, they were a fellow "rebel" someone working against the regime. The current regime was controlled by aliens and the rich. They were one and the same. I had a job, working for a store like Walmart. But the rules were odd. Like, no shots of eating food on the commercials advertising those foods. Maybe eating was like porn for them? I oversaw the cereal isle, a comfortable and simple job. I mainly dealt with cheerios, and mostly with their box covers. I was often in the cheerios isle. Anyway Grandma came to visit. I hadn't seen her in ages, didn't know she could. She lived very close by apparently. In the dream at least. And I had a friend over, a fellow rebel I met, to discuss things. We wandered around Walmart, for a while I had a little girl on a leash, feeding her pizza lunchables on the sly. When she dropped them I picked them up and let her eat them, anything to get the food out of sight. Apparently the floors were immaculately clean, and children were akin to dogs, they ate everything. Back home we all snuggled in bed. I had a nice black comforter, like like one of those duck down ones, but black. Probably not duck down.Grandma was either so distracted by the comforter it was like she was in a different part of the apartment underneath it, or she was asleep. I spoke with my friend who chilled at the foot of my bed. She were mindful of saying too much. We weren't concerned with Grandma overhearing so much as "them". She asked me about hissing bills ( as in money) and told her I had hissing bills for a while until I asked to be transferred to a different department, the one I was in now where I did something with cereal box covers. Mostly I told her about the camera on the clock, how I don't think they used it any more. She still kept a wary eye on it. Maybe we slept. But I had a moment when I fell into another world...and so did the little girl. She went through a portal that opened up in the ground, then another. I fell with her, and kept a finger in the way so the portals wouldn't close, then grabbed her and pulled her up through them both, forcing open the portals, and into the same reality we'd been in. The same world. One of the other worlds had been green there, like a forest. It really was an entirely different place, these other worlds in the portals. My friend wasn't shocked, but grim. I told her I did this a lot, fought back by working the system. Apparently the person behind the camera, who was my boss and in charge of distributing the cereal boxes, was the same who managed the portals and when they opened. My friend was relieved to get the little one back. Who knew when the next portal opened and to where, she'd never get the kid back. Somehow the kid became a dog, a pomeranian. We chatted and she told me the dog had been on a tv show where they used it to hunt down people. She had to train it not to, keep it soft and gentle. I secretly wondered why it was a pomeranian. We chatted some more softly and went to sleep. I hugged the blanket and made a joke about being the boogie man in the voice and lines of Beetlejuice. It made her laugh. The next time we were up, I won't reference day and night or sleeping as those don't seem to apply. Grandma and us walked back to the Walmart a short way. It wasn't long but she had been walking a lot and was tired. So we, after looking at produce, walked back. It wasn't far. We had briefly discussed her suspicious ways but not talked about this, suddenly it just happened. Both me and my friend felt in sync, actions as if choreographed. As if we were soldiers, used to this. My Grandma was talking about going home, and having to go back to my house to get her stuff. I offered to send it to her so she could go home now, as it was closer and she'd have to walk less. But she declined, acting buck up and cheerful as was her wont. My friend took out Grandma's hair blow dryer, which was supposed to be at my house still but hey dream logic, and began blowing it at my Grandma. Grandma fell down, but I didn't feel bad. In fact I didn't feel anything but the need to check. and maybe a slowly growing suspicion confirmed. She kept blowing the hair blow dryer and my Grandma cringed away from it, cowering on the floor out side the apartments. I bent over, feeling harsh, and asked while looking deep into her (Grandma's) eyes " who are you?" My friend kept up the hair blow dryer. Finally, and I didn't expect it not really, her eyes changed. It wasn't some weird reptilian blink with a slit pupil like you see in conspiracy videos, no her eyes in the center shifted into a pupil like a three pronged sign, like a triangle but each had a long tail with a Que on the end and it was all wonky like underwater. It glowed and shifted in a slight swirling pattern, not a lot, barely perceptible, but we were looking closely. I pulled back, shocked we actually found one. That she wasn't my grandma. Or was she? I didn't know.