I just had the weirdest f**king dream:
Everything started out pretty normal, if a bit skewed. I had showed up at work for second shift, the night shift, and it was already dark, but that may well be because I was already there for a while. At some point I step outside for a break. Things are still pretty normal. I am standing outside alone, we have no customers and my coworkers are inside. Then things go slightly odd.
I watch as a slow-moving streak of light, moves diagonally to impact off in the woods some miles away. Perhaps a meteorite, I thought and shrugged. Then things started flowing up out of it, it was no regular explosion, indeed there was only a slight one from the impact. These were like clouds of pixels floating up into the air and off into the night. I know what I am thinking, OK, now that was a bit off. Had things ended there I could just strike it off to being odd. They did not.
A coworker comes out after it has all finished and I go to tell her about it, but then I see another coming so I just point it out to her. We watch as it slants off into the forest and impacts, but that is as far as that goes, because something different is approaching. You can hear it first, the sound of festive music that is not quite right. Then they appear and the music is all the louder, much more clear. Floats, parade floats, except they are all worn and damaged and rotting. In the background is Christmas music, except it is high-pitched and sped up. I, the person in my dream, watches this parade with an odd fascination. This is weird, but it is wholly different. My coworker does the same, not quite sure what to do. I, as a watcher in this dream, view it with that same sort of odd fascination, but there is that sense of dread as well. And still, there is more to come.
Customers start to pull up, my coworker and I are still watching. Some stop and watch with us, but more go into the store to get what they want. More lights come flying through the sky, each one arcing down towards the forest some miles off. There are no close impacts and I am thankful for that. Now lights are spinning off in all directions and they are not weird ones either. There are green stars pinwheeling across the sky as if they were a special form of fireworks. Indeed, that is why the customers have stopped, they think someone has unleashed some sort of fireworks show. There are little blooms of light in the air, the sort you'd see in a fireworks show, but there are others, too. Long red lines of furry light arc upwards, the stars continue to roll off into the night, though in different colors, and other lights spiral around in awe-inspiriting patterns. Over all this the music still plays.
Then there is a another, but this one is different. This is not wholly light, it peters out before it ever hits the ground. It does not take us long to figure out why as something comes flying through the sky, red lasers firing at nothing. "My God, that's a spaceship," someone mutters and we all watch with our mouths agape. This, this is harmless, it is not really close to us and is not firing at us.
More come. Some close enough to tell what they look like. They are brownish, perhaps a tan color, and they are shaped like an elongated box. They are fast and agile, as we watch one change direction by a simple, quick, and acute somersault before turning and firing in our direction. Laser strikes hit the ground and the front of the store. Most of the customers who were standing with us there start rushing inside. My coworker quickly follows. I, for whatever reason, have remained there to watch. I am, after all, a smaller target than the group. Or so I can only reason.
There are more lights rushing across the sky, the ghastly parade is still moving slowly along playing its disturbing music, and the ships still fly, but now things are changing. A bright light flashes with a bit of a boom around the side of the store. We look on, waiting to see what this new thing is, but instead we see luminous yellow-brown gas boiling up and spreading outward. Those customers head into the store as quick as possible and I reluctantly follow.
There is chaos inside. I look towards the beer and there is someone in the arms of a coworker, hanging from the cooler appears to be some sort of monster. It is brown and large, reminiscent to The Bug from Men In Black, and it is dead. I can only assume someone killed it. "Shh, shh, it's OK, it is dead," I can hear my coworker saying over and over again as she holds the man, rocking him back and forth. No, everything is not OK, the me in my dream knows this. In fact, it is far from OK.
I lock the doors to the store. "Alright, everyone, into the cooler!" I yell. The cooler being shielded from view from the outside and easy enough to escape if in a jam. It is, I reason, far better than standing around in plain sight or running outside. Some brave soul makes The Bug disappear. I open the cooler and the front portion is about chest high filled with empty boxes. This is, in fact, impossible unless we bring in more boxes from outside the store, but hey, the oddness is rampant. I am annoyed by this, but we haven't the time to move them. It will slow our movement to the other side, but it will also slow the movement of anything that seeks to get at us. Perhaps then, this is a boon in disguise.
The dream ends with us all in the back of the cooler. I watch the store through one of the glass doors and there is something, someone there. I can remember only an odd cigarette that appears to have a panther claw separating the filter and grasping the cigarette proper. That and a pair of eyes as they stare back at me.