Aliens controlled sound and how we heard things. It was more like a movie, rather than a dream because through most of it I was watching people I’ve never seen before. At one point in this dream, I watched a small beetle crawl out of a megaphone speaker. It was playing music, like from a radio and I realized it was one of the aliens that controls sound. It dropped onto a table below onto its back, and I stared at it for a really long time before it turned into a Calico cat, laying on its back and wanting to be pet. The music stopped after that. There was a man and woman in a house, and she was crying. She told the man that he wasn’t who he was because she heard him fall down the stairs, and she thought he was okay but he wasn’t. It changed, and I saw her walk by a basement door, and she heard him fall down stairs to the basement. When she went to check on him, he was fine, standing up. She thought he was okay, but he had actually died and an Alien had took over his body. The alien/guy narrowed his eyes and kneeled down in front of her and said, “We need to see who will survive these experiments.” And then it showed me the real guy’s dead body, and how he had broke his neck. Then it changed, and for a moment I was in a theater for plays, and then I was in a wooded area that came out into a field. It was quiet and had snowed. I knew that I had been alone since the aliens attacked, and I never made any noise, because there wasn’t any, anymore. The aliens took it away. I wanted to take a picture of the snow for my Dad because the day before it had been 86 degrees, and while I kneeled down to do so, I woke up.