Dream Journal
I was at work and needed a small box to mail something. The whole staff was in the kitchen and I couldn’t get to the refrigerator because people were standing in front of it.
Carrie was holding a wooden box that I had received many years ago as a gift: it had come with a watch inside of it. The box was the perfect size for mailing my item. I was going to ask her if I could have it, but aliens landed and everyone excitedly rushed outside to meet them.
Carrie took the box outside with her and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to mail anything with aliens now here, but I really wanted that box.
I was then outside walking down the street toward home. Aliens were building things near where they had landed; they were settling down. The entire street looked like a construction zone with piles of building materials here and there.
Ahead of me on the right side of the street was a very tall structure, about three stories tall, and I could tell that it was the bottom half of an extremely large robot. The idea of a very large alien robot makes me very concerned; no one realized what the giant robot could mean, but I knew it wouldn’t be very good.
Themes: Aliens