26apr2016.tue

They entered our community, seen by most residents. I went from scared to relieved as the military arrived, soldiers with AK47's took positions in and around every building. But nothing happened. Not only were the aliens not attacking, it was if they weren't even there.
The soldiers then left!!! "But they're here!"I said, "They're hiding!!" I was ignored. I accosted the last soldier on his way out saying "They're still here-"
"Then where are they?" he asked without caring.
"Regaining their element of surprise. YOU KNOW THAT TACTIC-!!!"
He shrugged his shoulders, muttering "they're just a bunch of dumb animals..." and he was gone.
I looked around, feeling sick. My wife came up to me with a smile on her face, holding a stack of old vinyl records. "I found my old albums! Here!"
"But you're deaf!" I said. (which is true. She lost her hearing from an impact injury before we met, and her mother subsequently dumped all her LPs and cassette tapes in the garbage)
"They're for you, silly!" she laughed.
I walked off, disgusted and full of the same feelings of anxiety I normally feel when awake. I opened the trunk of our car, looking for a weapon. I eventually found one on the ground, a .45 caliber that one of the soldiers apparently dropped and left behind.
     Because of my neuromuscular atrophy I have great difficulty pulling the trigger of any handgun, needing both fingers to squeeze of a shot. That's in real life and in my dream. Besides, I doubted it would have any stopping power against their exoskeletons.
     That's how the dream ended, endlessly fidgety, anxiety ridden as we proceeded with our normal routines with gun in hand.

A lengthy, drawn out dream that, imho, would make for a decent indie movie. Maybe I should rewrite it as a script? I'll do so as a short story.