I'm in the front yard of the OH house with my brother late on Halloween afternoon. Giant machines - miles wide - appear in the sky, leaving slow trails of smoke that eventually obscure most of the sky. I run inside to get my camera even though the event is so huge I know everybody will have pictures of it. I can only move in slow motion.
When I arrive back outside, one of the machines - the "bad" one - has turned into a giant grub. A new machine appears and shoots a slow motion laser into the animal. This ends the alien invasion.
God, a retirement age man, rides into our driveway on a large cow. He's drinking a Coke. The spectacle seems to have been a publicity stunt by the Coca-Cola Company. I'm too shy to ask someone to take a picture of God and me, but I put my cheek next to his and try to take a few pictures holding the camera toward us. He remarks to me that it will take a long time to develop the pictures, implying I may not ever have proof I met him. I'm surprised he doesn't recognize my camera as digital, but I say nothing.
I'm inside the house, my family is cooking dinner - many from my extended family are there. I go to my room to transfer the photos onto my computer, but I've installed a new operating system and am having trouble. I try to restart the computer under the old OS, but am called to dinner.
My mom tells everybody not to have pancakes if we plan on having ice cream out later. I chose to just have spaghetti. The spaghetti is not cooked well - it's clumped together and there are wildly varying sized chunks of low quality meat in the sauce.
We are all in a van driven by my dad - he seems to be driving recklessly fast, but the speedometer shows a reasonable speed for the road. We pass gigantic warehouse-like buildings. We come upon a gigantic mechanical elephant in the road - my dad can't stop before it picks the van up with its trunk. The elephant dumps the van in a huge bin in its back labeled "expenses" and drops everybody in the car towards a gigantic toilet foll of green water - also in its back - labeled "garbage". We all miss the toilet and fall to the ground, unhurt.
We're ushered into a dirty high-tech alien research lab. People with large sores on their bodies are walking around aimlessly. The researchers only care about babies and toddlers who are dipped in tanks of green water. The scientists, giant humans, are ignoring me. I feel like I'm trapped there forever and start to hum the bass line from a Devo song. I notice a wooden door to the outside and walk through to find most of my extended family immediately outside. I receive a text message on my cellphone which is blank. I try to call friend to ask if what I'm experiencing is real.
My cousin's husband has stayed inside with their babies, we know he and their babies are gone forever. I hug her. She sobs on my shoulder.
We are sitting around a pit with giant, dirty humanoid aliens. A child disturbs the alien sitting next to me and the child falls into the pit when the alien brushes him away. An alien in the pit swings an axe as if he is going to chop the child, but stops just short every swing. He throws child up towards my foot. I can't move out of the way quick enough - the child hits my foot hard and falls back into the pit and I feel guilty as if I kicked him into the pit.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Huge alien machines in the sky, meeting god
Labels:
aliens,
broken sky,
contraptions,
dreaming,
grotesque bodies,
religion
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