05-14-2012, 08:54 AM
I continue to have frequent dreams of post-apocalyptic dystopias. A couple of nights ago, I dreamed that the earth had been invaded and conquered by insectoid aliens--the ones that look like praying mantises. These beings are usually presented by the contactees and abductees who have encountered them, as wise and benevolent, but in my dream they were sinister, oppressive slavemasters. Technologically in advance of humans, they had killed off most of the human population in their war of invasion, and then enslaved the survivors, forcing us to serve them in menial ways.
I was one of the survivors. We lived in the bombed-out rubble of some town. The aliens forced us to cook and serve dinner to them, and they had odd preferences in food; they liked the roasted heads of whichever mammal was handy (dogs, calves, and so on). One member of our group, a very bright individual, realized that we could, using nylon and other easily obtained materials, create a gas the would be fatally toxic to the aliens, while being only mildly irritating to humans. So we surrendered our pocket combs and other nylon items, and scrounged up the rest of the ingredients, and prepared a nasty surprise for the insectoids.
At dinner that evening, as we presented them with their platters of roasted heads, we also sat upon the table a concealed device which would emit the gas when someone lifted up the lid. An alien did, and the gas spewed out. The aliens realized at once what was happening, and tried to escape. Those seated farthest away from the gas bomb did manage to escape, but our ruse had given us the advantage of surprise, and we were able to use whatever ad-hoc weapons we could find (re-bar, brickbats, etc) to stab and bludgeon some of the remainder. We didn't manage to kill all of them, but we reduced their number to the point where they no longer were able to enslave us. We dispatched some of our party out to other camps of human survivors, to apprise them of our discovery. The dream then ended.
I was one of the survivors. We lived in the bombed-out rubble of some town. The aliens forced us to cook and serve dinner to them, and they had odd preferences in food; they liked the roasted heads of whichever mammal was handy (dogs, calves, and so on). One member of our group, a very bright individual, realized that we could, using nylon and other easily obtained materials, create a gas the would be fatally toxic to the aliens, while being only mildly irritating to humans. So we surrendered our pocket combs and other nylon items, and scrounged up the rest of the ingredients, and prepared a nasty surprise for the insectoids.
At dinner that evening, as we presented them with their platters of roasted heads, we also sat upon the table a concealed device which would emit the gas when someone lifted up the lid. An alien did, and the gas spewed out. The aliens realized at once what was happening, and tried to escape. Those seated farthest away from the gas bomb did manage to escape, but our ruse had given us the advantage of surprise, and we were able to use whatever ad-hoc weapons we could find (re-bar, brickbats, etc) to stab and bludgeon some of the remainder. We didn't manage to kill all of them, but we reduced their number to the point where they no longer were able to enslave us. We dispatched some of our party out to other camps of human survivors, to apprise them of our discovery. The dream then ended.