I became pregnant at age 16. I had no idea what I was about to face in the real world nevermind in the dream world. I've always had night terrors. I've been told it runs in my family on my mothers side. And my doctor told me that pregnancy hormones could cause nightmares. Yet I brushed it all off.
In my first dream of this recurring theme, I am holding my son, a alien-hybrid child who is thrashing in distress. For 48 hours I held him as he didn't sleep, didn't eat and didn't love me. My heart crushed with helplessness, compassion and fear was not unlike a mother who's baby is dying painfully and slowly in her arms. My son's gene was activated for 48 hours, then suddenly it went dormant again and my baby was back to himself. Starved, hurt and exhausted but for how long and will he survive the next activation. The gene causes aliens and hybrids with the gene to desire to kill purebreds. But my baby was too young to kill. So he layed in my arms sufferring. For once I was relieved his father left us abandoned. We'd surely be dead if otherwise.
In recurrence of the dream, I'm observing the world from above. It looks exactly like the Biblical Apocalypse except there are no monk-like prophets or glowing angels. Instead there are aliens of several species in the roles of Angels, Demons, etc. Did it make the creator any less God if it were alien? Would it make the Bible any less true? Furthermore, Islam, Buddhism and other religions suddenly came together under a blanket explanation for the origins of mankind; an alien one that explained every Holy book and every folk tale. It all made sense. Science wasn't wrong. Religion wasn't wrong. But nobody was right exactly because nobody had the full story. But as the story became complete, so did our story; Earth's story.
This is a TRUE story of my dream experience. In total, I had night terrors around this theme on and off my entire pregnancy. Once I had my son, in real life, they stopped. During my pregnancy, my father encouraged me to write my dreams in a journal. I did that. My journal was later disposed of when my landlord cleaned out our basement. I never forgot that journal, or certain parts of the story -- especially vivid parts. But everything in between is blurry.
It was truly a masterpiece. I'm not the best writer. My grammar is terrible. But as an idea, it was awe-striking. I don't believe it was a divine revelation though. Rather, what happens when a mind like mine is paranoid of being a young mother for the first time. My mind being heavily inundated with religious material from various religions, philosophy, humanism, political books, zombie films, alien films, anime, earth chaos films and having a odd comprehension and interest in real science and scientific theories. All of this mashed together as my brain tried to makes connections while I slept and make sense of conflicting data... or maybe it was a revelation?
Well, my son is human... I think. And we'll see what happens. So far he hasn't turned into an alien zombie: unless you count how he acts when I wake him up for school in the morning.
What I hope to do by submitting this concept to the creative-internet is to redevelop my dream (although much will change I'm sure) into a universe again. As frightening and traumatic as it was to experience night terrors all the time (and I still do) in this theme, I got a lot of comfort from it existing outside of my head. And really, it was genius.
