dO sHEep DrEam of EleCTrIc ANdrOiDs?

I swear, when the mothership arrives, I’m going to have the most blasé look 

on my face while everyone writhes around sobbing all about me.

For real:- 99.9% of my dreams are nightmares- mostly evil aliens with a smattering of apocalyptic fare.

Take last night, for instance. The usual: the aliens came, took over etc. But what I found interesting was that arriving alongside the poker-faced overlords were these smartmen, as we say in Trinidad… con artists, hustling their protective aura to fleeing humans in exchange for cash. The human skins they’d donned over their alien forms were ill- fitting: I could see their gills or whatever substructure their real forms were composed of moving around restlessly underneath.

Apparently, the invasion started while I was in the subway (a place completely different from the New York City subway configuration I know and love) going to a party (!!!! had to be a dream LOL) when the train stopped and we were all asked to exit. Amongst my slew of friends (!!!!!) was Jake Weber, the husband from “Medium”... and on and on, fact mixed with fiction. 

I am always running, but it's like running in place... I'm always waiting for someone or some item I desperately need and this always takes so long that I never get on the road and so ruin draws ever nigh. 

Like the other night, it was me and my mother and brothers trying to get on the road. 

The car was pretty much packed but one or other of us kept running back inside to retrieve something. Meanwhile, the sky got darker and darker and ominous "booms" filled the air.

I guess I've had so much happen, have experienced so much dread (almost, but not quite, touching the hand of death) in real life that it'll take a while for my brain to be able to process anything else. 

REM as muscle memory.. go figure.