Dream Journal - 11/19/04

I dreamed I was part of an expedition to another planet. I wasn't a pilot, but apparently a mission specialist or maybe colonist of some kind.

Our ship landed on what I believe was Mars, but it may have been some other alien world. As we all got off the ship to explore, I notice that the ground is red and dusty, and there seems to be no life. The "real" astronauts move ahead, and signal they've found something. The rest of us (there were several, and all in regular clothes - no spacesuits) hurry up to see.

There on the ground is a large, low circular platform and as we all crowd around and begin taking pictures, we see four humanoid figures lying on the platform, heads to the center and feet out to the four compass points. They appear to be in cold sleep.

Soon one of them rises and begins to speak to us.

I don't recall what they said. Fast forward to:

Several of us are underground, and the aliens have given us rooms. They've allowed us to change clothes. I put on some kind of thick, heavy black ceremonial looking robe, but one of them comes in and tells me, no - that's for later. Just put on something nice of your own for right now. I recall I brought some shirts and ties with me, and, as they suddenly appear in my suitcase in front of me, I begin to put them on.

There are others of my group in the room with me - I think I recognize them as people I know in Real Life, but I can't recall who they were. I have no qualms about changing in front of them.

Even though the aliens seem friendly and accomodating, I've had too much experience watching sci-fi movies and shows to trust them. If feel a vague sense of unease, though others tell me I'm fooling myself.

The Twilight Zone episode, "To Serve Man" comes to mind.