Strange Dream: Attack of the black rain

I had a strange dream last night that I want to write down because it was an interesting mishmash of ideas. Sometimes my dreams make no sense, while other times I don’t even remember them. This one was rather vivid and had elements that were at least worth writing down.

It started as a typical alien invasion type story. I was in some city that seemed like some amalgamation of cities I have been to. Everyone was looking up in the sky at these strange and very large discs floating in the clouds. I remember vividly what they looked like and I can’t really describe them other than they looked like metallic concentric circular balloons set inside each other sort of like a pyramid of circular inner tubes. And they were very large.

It got strange when they suddenly flipped over and on the other side was a natural looking island with black lakes. It was like the ships were floating islands. So as they flipped over, the black lakes poured out into the clouds forming a black rain. I somehow found cover but everyone else was captivated by the black rain and the strange vessels that brought it. The rain poured into their eyes and it’s apparently stung, causing great pain.

It didn’t take long as I watched from underneath this cover, to see this horrible effect of the Black Rain. People began screaming, their eyes bled, and their bodies began to distort. This is where I think my brain wrote itself in a corner and didn’t know what to do. Were they going to be zombies? Or something else. I don’t think my brain was sure.

In this moment of dreaming indecision, I tried to save people. I pulled into cover a couple of children and a woman who just so happened to not get touched by the Black Rain. We felt we had to go somewhere. Somehow we came up with a government building nearby. The Black Rain stopped and we began to move towards it.

The victims of the black ran continued to distort and merge with any inanimate object around them. These then because to distort into strange melee or ranged weapons. These fleshy Hellraiser meets Borg creature began to chase us and shoot as us (those with range weapons). I had a gun but it did not seem to have any effect until I empty a clip into the head of one. The one I killed had a ranged weapon that resembled a distorted M-60 machine gun sticking out its arm. I somehow ripped the arm off and was able to use that as a weapon. This seemed more effective.

Arriving at the town hall or whatever, we found town officials trying to set up barricades, fortify the building against the Black Rain Zombies and coming up with a plan of escape. Not sure where they planned to go but I volunteered myself. As it turns out, I apparently had Navy Seal experience because that is what I told the sheriff as he was mustering people. I guess I was not really myself in this story.

This is more or less where the dream ended for me. I don’t remember anything else. Those ships and those creatures were definitely something I won’t forget though.