I dream that I’m attending a magic school, the classrooms are beautiful greenhouses with glass walls. The headmaster id Sheev Palpatine and that’s not exactly reassuring. There’s a group of rich kids bullying me, I’m much more powerful than them so I try not to engage, or I’ll easily kill them. Eventually I make friends with one of the rich boys, he has black hair and blue eyes and he’s s bit shy. He introduces me to a girl who has a big secret: she has hidden insect wings and she can fly. I show them my secret too, I drop my disguise because I’m an alien, a Skrull with a bald green face and pointy ears
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A Clever Little Alien
I dream that I’m trying to save little children from an alien that snuck into their bedroom one night.
I gently shake the older brother, waking him up. I whisper to him to get his baby sibling and run, run! He grabs the baby and disappears in the night riding his little trycicle.
That’s when I realize there’s another sibling, a little girl asleep in her bed. She wakes up. Her hair is blue, her eyes are yellow and her pupils cat-like. She smiles at me, her teeth pointy. She was the alien all along, and I have a sudden urge to protect her: after all, she only wanted to live with this family in peace.
The children’s mother knocks on the door, alarmed by all the noise. The little alien girl opens the door quickly, stopping the mother from coming inside. She explains the noise came from the street, someone threw a bucket of paint through the window, that’s why her hair is blue. The mother wants to check on the little boy and the baby, the girl says they just fell asleep, so please do not disturb them. She winks at me.
Invasion!
Aliens have invaded our world. We challenge them to a “water soccer” game and lose, the goal keeper fails at the last moment.
The aliens flood the planet. What’s left of humanity takes refuge on Easter Island, where we train to swim underwater so we can search for our most important pieces of art and architecture.
Space and Cooking
I’m traveling on a cruise spaceship. A woman asks me why I’m not wearing a jacket – I think she’s supposed to be my grandmother, but she isn’t really. I tell her I’m not cold. It’s really cold in the ship and I’m clearly lying.
We arrive to a planet, start orbiting around it. An alien robot knocks on our glass door: he looks like something out of Futurama, tall and metallic, with a goatee that make him look like the devil, and four arms. The first thing he does inside our spaceship is turning the AC off, because it’s so cold. He tells me he used to pretend to be human, but has learned to accept himself. Then he goes back home, sits at his pipe organ and plays an evil song, which I think sounds very familiar.
Steven Universe exits the spaceship, and now my sister and I are watching him on TV. The planet’s ground is reddish brown, and the sky is purple. He buries some seeds: we know they are supposed to show his true love. A ghost-like projection of Connie Maheswaran emerges from the ground, and the real Connie looks at it confused. Steven blushes and runs away.
My dad is driving me to school. From the car window I see three people walking near the local park, two old classmates, both short with glasses, followed by Nicole Maines. I tell dad Nicole is a new student at my school.
I need to pass an entrance exam to start the new year: it’s a cooking exam, the teachers/judges are two Asian women. One is very nice, the other is extremely mean and keeps telling us we’re gonna fail.
I prepare two sandwiches, I put eggs, salad, shrimp and tomatoes inside. I find a shrimp oil bottle; it tastes rather strong, but just a few drops should be enough to give my sandwiches the right kick. The mean teacher notices this and tells me I’ve made the wrong choice and already sealed my fate. The girl sitting next to me smiles sympathetically; she is steaming something in a pressure pot and looks very flushed.
I bring my sandwiches to the judges, making sure to put the best looking one on the mean lady’s side. She immediately swaps it and takes the ugly sandwich. As she eats it, I realize with horror I forgot to put eggs in it, and indeed she gleefully tells me how bad it tastes. At least the other teacher seems to really like hers.
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