02-01-2013, 06:29 AM
This is the first time I've had a prequel dream. My earlier dream with a war of the worlds theme was unique to me in that it involved my son. I hardly ever dream about my family. In that dream the giant machines had returned, and I knew what that meant. In this dream, we were right in the middle of events prior to the return of the machines/aliens. So it was an earlier event, and this time my wife and youngest child were in it.
It started at our house. It was evening time, with a slight glow on the horizon. Must have been Summer or Fall, warm out, clear sky. We must have known something about the threat, because my we were looking for the signs of invasion. It started with a swirl of what appeared to be stars, which then formed more of a spiral, a loose spiral about as big as Orion's belt is across.
My wife grabbed my arm and pointed, look look, oh my god, they're coming here. We went in from the porch, and started shutting down all the electricity in the house. Just turning off lights and TV, running around trying to get everyone in the basement. My daughter was having a sleepover and the friend's mom was also with us. We all went scrambling to the basement, trying not to scare the kids. But there we were, lights out, in the basement, three adults and two children.
We kept watch at the windows and it wasn't long before a giant War of the Worlds machine appeared nearby. 100 feet tall or so, with three long spiderlike legs, impossibly thin, jointed with one knee, and tapering to points. Walking around on black needles like a spider. The top was shaped like a beetle or crab body, with a rounder front that sloped back to a wedge shape tail. It seemed to be searching for something. There was a spotlight where it's "mouth" was and it swung back and forth as it moved silently across our field of vision. There were tentacles, but only a couple and they were not doing much. Our terror grew just watching it, we hushed and moved away from the window. I stayed at an agle to watch it still, and a laser began to emit short bright bursts, yellowish light, and I could hear the booms from some kind of explosions. It was blowing up houses.
A this point I decided to get my revolver. I had hidden all my weapons recently, but had left a tool box with my revolver where I could get it. Only, in the panic, I went to the usual spot in the basement closet to find an empty shelf. I couldn't remember where I had hidden all the guns, and knew it was futile anyway because I put the pistol somewhere "handy", really hiding it from myself. Panic grew. I scrambled in the dark looking in all the logical spots, where did I put the dang toolbox? I also realized it would do me very little good to have a pistol in the face of such a monstrous and powerful machine.
The panic subsided as the machine stomped away. We looked outside to see several of them around in the distance, maybe 3 or 4 total. Walking around, searchlights, lasers, and distant explosions. At some point the scene fast forwards to me and my wife in a car, same time of day, evening falling, and the swirl appeared in the sky. Fear rising, we try to quickly drive back to our neighborhood, and by the time we got halfway there we were trying to avoid the machines again. The dream ends with us driving through mostly empty streets headed back to our house.
It started at our house. It was evening time, with a slight glow on the horizon. Must have been Summer or Fall, warm out, clear sky. We must have known something about the threat, because my we were looking for the signs of invasion. It started with a swirl of what appeared to be stars, which then formed more of a spiral, a loose spiral about as big as Orion's belt is across.
My wife grabbed my arm and pointed, look look, oh my god, they're coming here. We went in from the porch, and started shutting down all the electricity in the house. Just turning off lights and TV, running around trying to get everyone in the basement. My daughter was having a sleepover and the friend's mom was also with us. We all went scrambling to the basement, trying not to scare the kids. But there we were, lights out, in the basement, three adults and two children.
We kept watch at the windows and it wasn't long before a giant War of the Worlds machine appeared nearby. 100 feet tall or so, with three long spiderlike legs, impossibly thin, jointed with one knee, and tapering to points. Walking around on black needles like a spider. The top was shaped like a beetle or crab body, with a rounder front that sloped back to a wedge shape tail. It seemed to be searching for something. There was a spotlight where it's "mouth" was and it swung back and forth as it moved silently across our field of vision. There were tentacles, but only a couple and they were not doing much. Our terror grew just watching it, we hushed and moved away from the window. I stayed at an agle to watch it still, and a laser began to emit short bright bursts, yellowish light, and I could hear the booms from some kind of explosions. It was blowing up houses.
A this point I decided to get my revolver. I had hidden all my weapons recently, but had left a tool box with my revolver where I could get it. Only, in the panic, I went to the usual spot in the basement closet to find an empty shelf. I couldn't remember where I had hidden all the guns, and knew it was futile anyway because I put the pistol somewhere "handy", really hiding it from myself. Panic grew. I scrambled in the dark looking in all the logical spots, where did I put the dang toolbox? I also realized it would do me very little good to have a pistol in the face of such a monstrous and powerful machine.
The panic subsided as the machine stomped away. We looked outside to see several of them around in the distance, maybe 3 or 4 total. Walking around, searchlights, lasers, and distant explosions. At some point the scene fast forwards to me and my wife in a car, same time of day, evening falling, and the swirl appeared in the sky. Fear rising, we try to quickly drive back to our neighborhood, and by the time we got halfway there we were trying to avoid the machines again. The dream ends with us driving through mostly empty streets headed back to our house.