That's no moon...

Weird dream last night:

I was at my parent's house, and saw reflected in our breakfront cabinet a huge grey-ish moon. I turned to look out the window, and saw it hovering in the sky, much larger and lower than I'd ever seen before. Closer inspection found that it was much more like a soccer ball, grey and metallic, than a moon. I cracked a joke about it being the Death Star, but I knew it was a ship. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out of it, and everyone in the room (there were other people about) were drawn to it except me because I knew it dangerous. Someone got caught up in the beam and within a few seconds disappeared. (We knew they had been transported up to the ship.) Much of the rest of the dream was spent trying to convince people to hide whenever the beam appeared.

In a few scenes, we were outside, in (what I thought in the dream was) the yard next to my parent's house. There was a very skinny tree and some flowers planted, as well as a fence. Although I would yell to people to make them run and hide from the beam, no one really was paying much attention to what I said, so finally I started to try to talk to them about it, to see if I could convince them they really didn't want to be taken up to the ship. Unfortunately, they seemed mostly apathetic.

In a later scene, we were hiding from the ship in a run-down shack in the woods, and it was dusk. Instead of just a bright beam of light coming from the ship, this time it was accompanied by automatic weapons' fire. I tried to crouch down behind the shut door which had a smeared and dirty window in it; Imotioned for everyone else to get down to avoid the gunfire, too, but as the bullets came through the old door, I was shot twice, once in the knee and once in the ribs. Then, hazily, I saw a man coming towards me, silhouetted by the light. He was from the ship, and I knew he was coming for me. I couldn't run because I'd been shot, and I was rapidly succumbing to the futility of the situation. He picked me up and carried me toward the light.

I "woke up" on the ship. He'd placed me on a table, and was setting about to remove the bullets from my leg and side. I asked him why he was going to save me; he asked why I'd tried to avoid coming on board the ship. I was feeling rather heavy and sluggish, even though everything was very bright, but blurred. I realized I was probably drugged, and rationalized that I had been sedated so as not to be afraid, not to fight, and not to be in pain. I asked if removing the bullets was going to hurt, and the guy mostly said well, yes, they were bullets, afterall. I gritted my teeth and tensed my muscles, holding my breath, as he took the one out of my knee, but there didn't seem to be any pain. The one he removed from my side was actually a pellet on several inches of barbed wire. It felt strange although not painful as he removed it because I could feel each barb catch on my ribs. I don't remember how the dream ended.

I certainly don't consider this a happy dream, and would probably rank it in the "bad dream" category. But the emotional non-continuity is interesting. I wasn't scared during the dream; just knew the whole time in the one scene in the woods that they were coming for me, and once I was aboard the ship, knew that the whole previous sequences had played out so I would be taken onto the ship and realize that it wasn't a bad thing.

Okay you dream experts. Interpret away...