Animals want to take over the galaxy.

Date: 12/16/2016

This dream flow sequentially and is very long. I was in a library. I was there with a guy who was my best friend. He was like a giant in comparison to me, and I meant that literally. I was literally of height with his chin when he was sitting. The library was giant and fit him. He needed to look up a company, paper trails, the Internet had nothing, he needed information was having a hard time finding it. I kept him company, he was kinda not the type to be doing this so I must have been really really important. He was more the type to stay fucked up. Drugs and booze and shit. However he was my best friend and I was loyal. I tried to help him. The company he was looking for always had Syn in the title. Syntech. Syntax. Something ending in SYN. The were only available through hardcopy, on the net you couldn't even find a trace of them. It was a huge cover up but we stayed cheerful. He teased me a lot. Teasing he asked me to marry him, part of a joke but suddenly i had the feeling he meant it. I tried to turn it back round to a joke just to dodge it. He teased when I froze, about wanting to take my last name. I told him disgustedly the only reason Id ever get married would be to loose my last name. Later I was home. My home wasn't a home perhaps, but a hotel room. Like we were visiting. But maybe not because my family each had their own room, decorated to taste and full of their things. And my family was weird. I know we weren't there permanently because I had a suitcase and my shoes were all packed in it, and I was going through to make sure some hadn't been lost. Apparently they'd all gotten spilled on the side of the road recently and I was suddenly worried some were missing. I was right. One of my favorite pairs of black boots were missing. I snarled at them over this and they all laughed at me. I laughed a bit too even though I was mad. I forgave them easily. My family was big and colorful. Different sexes shapes and sizes. And when I mean different I mean very, one of them was a huge robot with tentacles, and each was some sort of mutant superhero type character. Some of them were tiny and lived in a doll, a toy which resembles a Woody pez. It was different than that, actually made of wood, but that's the best description I can remember. My sister brought home a girl with her from college that day, some black girl who she said sung like Cher but was doing everything wrong. Getting into so much trouble her life was fucked up. She wanted our family to be a good influence. My brother stole the pez, knocked it out while it was sleeping and took it away, he snuck out the front door. My grandmother left with my sister to go to the zoo or the fair or the animal expo. Yes it was an animal expo inside a zoo. I was home when suddenly the girl got sick, my brother was there, suddenly again when I knew he had left, and he was frantic. Told me to go get my grandmother. I left him helping this chick. Her disease was serious. And contagious. So much so he had to wash before he could touch her. I left and found them at the animal expo. I forgot what I went to tell them tho and just stared in awe at the expo. My point of view shifted between me and my siblings. It's possible I was my little sister during this bit. It was an amazing expo. Animals from different islands were here, and these island weren't real islands, just their interpretation of what life was, as if their recorded history began when they were born in a certain area. Rooftop Island was one. Treetop Island another. It all continued in the same vein. Passing a section of kittens I pushed my fingers I to their soft and fluffy fur, and when I passed them and went to the leave they mewed at me. One even clung to my sleeve with a claw, a very tiny one. My sister wandered off a bit when we found this ritzy restaurant inside the expo, booths between large animal enclosures. The waitress took our orders and served us lunch. I asked if they had a vegan menu and she actually had two tasty dishes that were completely vegan, a imitation chicken sandwich, and pizza made with dayia. Both were very good. After lunch we walked and encountered my sister not very far, my grandmother was about to scold her when she began acting weird. She went down on her knees, crying, tears streaming over old burns scars on her face which she had suddenly. She was taking nonsense about failing and accepting punishment, and yin and yang magic circles beside her face, asking if we could see them. It was then I figured out she was from a parallel world. She was my little sister in a parallel world. My real sister was there, found nearby suddenly, unconscious. My grand mother held her as she slowly came to but didn't get up. And my brother was there suddenly too. He pointed out the weird creatures walking around the zoo which no one could see. They didn't resemble any normal animal, and no one other them. It was weird, like people ignoring lions walking around. They were large and mammalian, covered in a tawny long cost, and had five legs. They resembled plant eaters but I had a feeling they weren't. And the girl who wasn't my sister, who was but from a parallel reality, told us about them brokenly. They were about to take over the world. They had cut off their extra leg, some of them, so they could fit in. She pointed some walking about in trench coats. They were poised to attack, everybody because people just ignored them, as if they were part of the scenery. She ran off suddenly, just was gone without warning and my brother was eager to go after her and stop her. She was also with her siblings we had learned from her, parallel versions of us. I ran off first, so he wouldn't get hurt. The one I encountered fought viciously when she first saw me, I ended up killing her fast without even meaning to, she was a parallel me. And then the little sister parallel version began killing me. Suddenly I was my little sister who was trying to save me, she began saying the words the parallel little sister had been saying when we first encountered her. Babbling about yin and yang flashing circles beside her head, and when I kept saying this certain word, I can't remember what it was, again and again she began dying. But someone turned the tables, and when she died she took years of life from me, well my little sister. Suddenly I was back in my own body and unharmed. My little sister was no so well, suddenly incredibly old, hair hanging from a bald head in strings. My brother came and we took her home immediately. The parallel brother attacked at home, but the robot with tentacle arms pulled him apart every piece. We, as a whole family, were worried about the coming invasion. Also the epidemic in our bathroom with the girl. My grandmother was confident she could restore my little sister however.