Last night, or actually, in the morning (this was one of my later dreams) I dreamed something amazing.

Hostile aliens were coming to earth and we had to flee our homes.

Now…in my dream, my storyline wasn’t really thought through, because for some reason, we were all evacuating, but I mean…where are we supposed to go? All I knew was that I had to get out of my house.

But I couldn’t…why?

I was trying to get my valuables! As I ran for my house/room, which was like an apartment in a complex (think Evangelion housing), I saw my friends already ready with their stuff. Most notably, I saw my buddy Paco come out with a handful of stuff, mostly papers, laid out on his arms as he was walking out. On top, I saw something like a passport and as he was passing he said “yeah, I think this will work.” and in my dream, I think “omg, I need to get identifying papers or how will I be able to prove who I am?!?”

So I rush in, grab a backpack, and start stuffing it with clothing, everything that I see, I want to take. “aww my ballet slippers! just a long sleeve, short sleeve, sweater, underwear! mp3 player…psp…ds…external harddrive…stuffed animal…omg how much time do i have?!?!” I immediately think, the more I have, the more I can barter with for supplies! (yeah, I’ve read Alas, Babylon).

Then, I notice my house moving..and I look outside my window and indeed, the scenary is turning counter-clockwise. And A beam of light shoots through my house in the middle (suddenly I’m not in an apartment complex and in my usual home). So I’m like…”oh crap, I guess this is time up” and I just grab everything I got and run out the door, onto the street…and whiteout.

I suppose I failed.

After this dream, I was dreaming about recounting my steps. What could I have done differently? Why didn’t I know how much time I had left? Why didn’t I know where the aliens were? Where was I supposed to run to anyway?

Not long after, my mom woke me up with some healthy shake she had concocted and I told her my dream. She laughed and said that the only way to avoid that is to start packing a bag of stuff so I can just grab it in case aliens/zombies/rabid animals/godzilla ever takes over.

The thing about watching movies is: it’s enjoyable because you don’t really expect it to happen and we like to see how different personalities react. Cloverfield, The War of the Worlds, The Signs.

But…what if…it really happens? Those people in the movie never expected it either.