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Little Alien Babies Under the Porch
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Little alien babies, three of them, are born under the porch of a house, much like little wild kittens would be. We, the human family that lives in the house, and the alien momma have forged a ginger, helping trust between us. We kids and our mother sort of watch out of the corner of our eyes so as not to scare her, and make nesting materials, such as egg crating, soft dirt and water, available to her. The mom shifts it all around until it is to her liking.
For a short while, the three green babies roughly the size of kittens can be seen--long enough so that the family's dad comes home and helps a little too, and gets a chance to see them, or at least until the alien mom puts the finishing touches on her birthing den and seals it up to her liking. Then we can see them no more.
The man says of it, as if it is now a memory, "It was a time when we were grounded and they were trued," indicating a time of us humans being grounded in our human values, while the aliens were being straight shooters with us also. We have managed to forge a satisfactory relationship, trusting one another to an extent. The dad's comment is a nostalgic one made about another time period, perhaps the 60s, which the dream sort of felt like it was in. There was also a sense that perhaps we weren't necessarily supposed to be harboring alien babies, but we were doing what felt right to us and were satisfied with having done so. We felt that it was up to our discretion more than anything. We felt compassionate toward the alien family and wanted to help them survive.
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