I married an alien

Date: 4/8/2019

There were these new alien space ships. They landed all over the world and we were establishing peaceful relationships with them. I think we were in the process of building more or uncoving crashed ones or both. But someone convinced me I had to marry one, a man. I think I was blackmailed or held captive or someone I loved threatened until I did but the memory is vague and I wasn't bitter afterwards. I did marry him. It was an awkward acquaintance. He was normal, seemed normal. A bit British with a slight accent, youngish, human looking. They all were I assume, with a few exceptions of a different species. I moved in with him, in a tiny box of a room. It was smaller than my irl apartment which is as small as you can get actually. In fact this room ware barely a closet and a bathroom. As dismayed as I was by the size I helped build these rooms, this ship, I remember laying out blankets for dogs and a mountain lion and those spaces became these rooms on this huge ship as it was being built. So as I had a hand it it's make I accepted it, reluctantly. The space wasn't even large enough to comfortly hold my geek collection of dvds and paraphernalia. I tried to plan it so we could fit everything into the space but I couldn't. I kept homing something would open up into more space so I could feel dwarfed and small again. I sat on the toilet and cried until he came to hold and comfort me awkwardly. While we sat there, me on the toilet, him comfortablely comforting me, the ship took off. It flew. It was fun, but felt like someone was just swinging it around on a single string back and forth a few minutes. There was that constant swing up, then back feeling. But I was inside so it felt like the ship was on that string. It was Bizzare. We landed in Moscow, or Moscow materialized around us. Yes that's a better discription. I worried I might need to change clothes. For a moment I thoufht I was my irl self, complete with Gothic clothes and Black Lipstick which I thought might standout and illicit I'll attention. But it turns out I was this tall lethe blonde with a mass of curly hair and fit body. It was nice. I mentioned to my husband I might need to change. I felt the wearing of a face scarf might feel nice, hiding me away from view. I was feeling self conscious and I wanted to hide. He told me they would just assume I was a pretty man. And they did, some guy we sat on an open train with, maybe it was a boat on an underground river, commented to another man sometimes you just have an attraction to a man, you just can't help it. He was talking about me and believing I was a man. I guess my robes covered my breasts and body but he saw a glimpse of my thigh as I sad and that's what prompted his aside. Anyway we journeyed into the earth where one ouf the alien ships had crashed a long long time ago. We were trying to restore it but it was heavily buried. My husband worked on some glowing light portal but seemed irritated the humans accompanying us to help kept feeding it power. He wanted it to be able to come to live on its own. The bhukans just wanted the ship. When he asked them why they pointed to the other opening across the tunnel which had been made to reach it. The ship was almost split in half. In the other half we saw a live dinosaur the human used the actual name but I can't recall what he said. We walked over to the other side and into it in shock. The dinosaur was indeed alive and there were these green alien slug caterpillar creatures, as large as a man with a slight trunk speaking an alien language in clicks as they smoked something on long pipes. Our resident alien, the one which didn't look human like my husband, also had a trunk but he was a midnight black and had legs and arms. He spoke to one if these alien creatures. It was fine. We found something amazing. I tried to get used to my new husband but I never did. But think I died because I recall being in the ship on a silk white bed in a white room draped in white silk and sheer curtains. Both my father and husband were there and I felt amazing I had a father here. My new husband was crying. It felt awkward because we had a few nice conversations but we weren't even nodding acquaintences yet, we barely knew each other. I made sure to tell him it was a dream and I wasn't dying before I left and woke up. I didn't want him to worry too much. ~ Several times in this dream I read words and kept refuting the knowledge aloud that "you can't read in dreams". "I read in dreams all the time" i kept saying, even though the meaning would slip away sometimes or occasionally I what I red wouldn't make sense. I still believed I wasn't dreaming as I said this.