Silver Saturn Balls

This dream was so bad I’m almost embarrassed by having had it. It went along like my dreams often do – in the style of a movie, with cut-in scenes, musical scores and terrible acting.

We’re up in space, where an enormous and sinister vessel slowly undocks from an even more humungus and menacing vessel. Inside there is a crew of cheerful fellows that are out to kill people for sports. The huge ship plunges into the atmosphere on the planet below, which of course is Earth.

On Earth, people live in the ruins after the war that ended all wars. Though they’re not poor or sick, they have no weapons. There is of course a me among these people, who I sometimes experience in the first person, and sometimes just observe from the outside.

The huge spaceship descends into a forest and hides inside it. The crew heads out in big, armored vehicles and sets course for the nearest populated area.

I’m standing by a workbench inside a house which is in fact a shopping mall. I’m creating a figure out of a clay-like material. A man comes in with his son and says the kid won’t speak. I say «OK», not too sure what to make of it, and then the man leaves the kid with me. The kid stares at what I’m doing and then he starts to talk, and it sounds as if he’s reading from a book. The words and sentences, though, have zero substance. I have no idea what to say or do, so I pat the little boy on the head and tell him «Well done».

People outside start yelling. The heavy vehicles have arrived. The crew emerge from hatches and start throwing stuff into the crowd. I get a small glimpse of what they’re throwing at us; they’re small silvery balls with silver rings surrounding it – like a shiny, miniature Saturn. And they explode, too. When they go off, followed by an awful white noise, people within a certain radius just disappear in a whiff of nothing. I panic. I manage to run and hide and I always avoid being exploded into oblivion.

One of the crew members from the vehicles is a white haired, ugly looking fellow. He’s laughing and throwing balls and he’s being generally quite evil. Some of our people manage to jump him and throw him to the ground. He’s overthrown and beaten and someone quickly ties his hands on his back. I walk up to him and he goes, «So you think you’re smart? You think you can win? You think you’re a wise guy?», etcetera, etcetera. I respond, «No, I just think you’re ugly».

Then I start punching him repeately and violently in the face, until it breaks open. I still beat his face until it’s just an unidentifiable pulp.

I wake up, shocked and a little ashamed.