Happy 200th entry, everybody.
I dreamed that I was back in Grimes. It was a very bright day, very clear and sunny and harsh. The sunlight had a piercing, almost blinding quality that made everything seem stark and painful. Me and another girl (I didn’t recognize her, but she seemed familiar) were back behind where the old fort used to be behind the maintenance buildings, poking around. Instead of stopping after the building where the Marions house used to be, though, the maintenance grounds kept extending out toward the building behind the Dischers, and it looked a lot more like a large field of gravel with various bits of construction materials on pallets placed around in a vaguely organized pattern. As we were walking toward one of the little things we had built, I noticed a guy in a spacesuit (The Apollo / Skylab A7L variety) walking around in the distance, but didn’t think anything of it. Me and the girl found a little one-person prison we had built out in the middle of this gravel field for a reason I can’t remember. The sun was still incredibly harsh. The prison was makeshift – like the old fort – and had fallen into a bit of disrepair. We fixed it up, which was pretty easy – mostly there was a block on top that needed to be aligned with the others, involving numbers painted down the door jamb somehow.
Anyway, we got this thing aligned, and found (a picture, I think) of a girl who used to hang out with me, who I had always thought was named “Megan Fox” (Not the actor, just the name.) but who had written her name on this scrap of paper or picture (can’t remember) as “Megan Foss”. Either way, I didn’t care, so we finished the little prison and snapped the door shut, and started to walk away. As we turned the corner to head back to the secret passage we had come from, we spotted an entire team (six or seven) of guys in huge white, orange and gray hazmat suits, and I knew immediately that they were heading toward our little prison we had made, and that they were involved in some sort of secretive government program involving the suppression of evidence that aliens were on the earth.
I pushed me and the girl to the ground immediately and we army-crawled behind the closest section of fence and did our best to stay out of sight of the government team. They looked very imposing in their hazmat suits, carrying metal detectors and other equipment, and I knew that if they found us, we’d be taken instantly and that we’d just quietly disappear. We managed to stay hidden as they passed, and immediately they descended on the little prison, scanning it and deciding that it was evidence of the aliens. They dismantled it almost immediately, and started to carry the pieces off.
Then my phone rang and I woke up.
Exit, stage left.
Sparks