Lost in translation
This week we dreamed of mysterious languages and hidden messages.
Alien dreams were higher than they’ve been all year. Instead of war and technology, these visitors bought us words.
A woman thousands of light years old demanded a dreamer repeat the number 47, but refused to elaborate.
Letters from a UFO formed in the sky. Five sentences in almost-English, ever-faster, gibberish. Alien whispers were heard through a portal.
Curses and spells populated our night-times, overlapping with mentions of birds and rodents.
A Phoenix emerged from a fireplace to speak in tongues. A dark hex planted crow feathers in a dreamers throat. A white rabbit offered three paths to choose from. And a black one half revealed an eerie message of death.
Across from me, there was a being of intense purple light in the form of a Phoenix. I was looking at it and started singing/speaking in a mysterious language. It seemed like gibberish but could also be interpreted as speaking in tongues or light language
