Another dream about an alien invasion.
They appeared as human, but in their true form they had octopus heads, using their tentacles to grasp a person's face and suck their brain out of their nose, brains being a delicacy to them (*analyzing- yeah, a definite Walking
Dead influence there, with a dash of Steampunk (i.e. octopus) thrown in.)
Anyway, they said everything had to be light beige in colour, all clothes/surfaces/etc. because all other colours were distracting and too rebellious (*analyzing- I know beige is a neutral colour, so I guess that has some significance.)
I remember running around, carrying my art supplies, trying to find someplace safe where I could relax and paint whatever I wanted.
The dream then switched (*I hate when that happens), to, I was
making German potato salad (which I've never even made, though I've eaten it and know the ingredients) and I was crumbling bacon but there were not enough potatoes so I had to boil more.....scene switch again, I went to a bedroom in the house I was in and a guy that looked like Crispin Glover was laying on a bed, trying to sleep, but it was really H.P. Lovecraft (*analeyezing-yes, another Steampunk thing and reflects back to the octopus headed aliens.)
I sensed an evil entity in the room, it was Satan and was trying to hurt H.P.L. in his sleep, so I started singing church hymns which made Satan leave because he not only hated singing, but religious hymns banished him.
Oh, and he was afraid of cats because there was a black cat on the bed, trying to protect H.P.
Then I woke up.
They appeared as human, but in their true form they had octopus heads, using their tentacles to grasp a person's face and suck their brain out of their nose, brains being a delicacy to them (*analyzing- yeah, a definite Walking
Dead influence there, with a dash of Steampunk (i.e. octopus) thrown in.)
Anyway, they said everything had to be light beige in colour, all clothes/surfaces/etc. because all other colours were distracting and too rebellious (*analyzing- I know beige is a neutral colour, so I guess that has some significance.)
I remember running around, carrying my art supplies, trying to find someplace safe where I could relax and paint whatever I wanted.
The dream then switched (*I hate when that happens), to, I was
making German potato salad (which I've never even made, though I've eaten it and know the ingredients) and I was crumbling bacon but there were not enough potatoes so I had to boil more.....scene switch again, I went to a bedroom in the house I was in and a guy that looked like Crispin Glover was laying on a bed, trying to sleep, but it was really H.P. Lovecraft (*analeyezing-yes, another Steampunk thing and reflects back to the octopus headed aliens.)
I sensed an evil entity in the room, it was Satan and was trying to hurt H.P.L. in his sleep, so I started singing church hymns which made Satan leave because he not only hated singing, but religious hymns banished him.
Oh, and he was afraid of cats because there was a black cat on the bed, trying to protect H.P.
Then I woke up.