By: Onaca Bennett
I’ve always had an incredibly active imagination. My mother tells me, although I can’t remember it myself, that I used to tell her stories about odd men that would come and take me away in the middle of the night. Oftentimes, when I do dream I dream so vividly that I wake up trying to remember if certain events actually happened in the real world, or if they were all just in my head. Honestly, I still sometimes wonder if I really couldn’t levitate on brooms as a child, because I’m occasionally sure that I can perfectly remember it. The dream I remember the most from childhood though, and definitely the one I’m most creeped out by, is a certain recurring one about aliens.
Once a year, around the same month, I would have this dream. It started out fairly normally, in the elementary school that I went to. It would be the end of a class day, and most of the kids had left, though one or another that I was close to that year would usually still be hanging around. Slowly, I would realize that something was wrong, and begin looking for my mother, who worked as a teacher there. Halfway to her, in front of the cafeteria, I would run into one of the teachers. She seemed to be talking oddly, in a stilted, buzzing sort of speech, until finally I would try to pass her and antennas would slowly rise from her head.
I’m not entirely sure what happened between that and the end of the dream, for all the times I had it, but I know that it usually involved a lot of running, battling, and a general alien invasion of the school. Every year, I would end up with the aliens captured, or retreating to their spaceship, telling me that they would return again the next year. And they did. Year, after year, after year.
Then, one year, the dream came, we battled, the aliens were defeated, and they looked at me and said…well, not what was always said. They told me they were done, and that they were never coming back. And the thing that really freaks me out about that, above all else? After that, I never had the dream again. Not even once.
I’ve had nightmares about haunted mansions, detached thumbs hanging from cave ceilings, murderers invading my house, and wedding massacres, but the fact that these gosh darned aliens came back every year, at the same time, and stopped coming after they said they would, just gets to me. I mean, I’m not gonna say that I secretly must have actually had aliens invading my mind every year, but isn’t it just a little creepy to you?