It’s not usually hard to decipher my dreams. The English royal family are always in the news, I am watching Succession, Rick and Morty and the Solar Opposites…
Simultaneously around the world, five alien beings make themselves known – they look like us but they are green (meh).
I was at one, it was a superhero movie premiere, with the actual superheroes present.
Turns out that the 5 aliens are a father and his 4 children. They have the ability/power to complete take over our planet and change how we exist. Each kid has a different idea of what that involves. One is a greenie/leftie/environmentalist. Another is a brutalist communist. One wants to create a master race, and so on.
Dad trumps them all by staging a press conference with the Queen (of England). Turns out they have been here secretly for many years, planning their takeover, and the Queen was in on it.
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That was my third to last dream (I’m getting better at this). The next one was in a repeated, fictional small town where I argue with my partner and she storms off to a nightclub, and I spend the night chatting to rebellious kids and homeless people.
Just before awaking I was visiting a friend who lived on the top floor of a 5-storey apartment building. But access was rickety bamboo ladders and I had giant boots on (think Gene Simmons). Just before heading up I realised I should take a book with me, in case she isn’t home. But where is my book? …and I woke up.