(Aryalat’s notes: I had this dream a few weeks ago. It wasn’t disturbing per se, although the ending left me quite the impression. I will narrate as more or less I was thinking during the dream, I hope it isn’t too weird.)

I was in the middle of the jungle. Running. My purple exoskeleton glistening under the moonlight, my four clawed hands sharp as ever being used to open a path forward. My insect head allowing me a deep field of vision. Suddenly, I encounter one of them. The enemy. The aliens. The ones that came to my planet and are now all over the place. I don’t know what they want, but I want them out.

I stare at the enemy. Their form is pathetic, soft skin easy to pierce, tiny field of vision, dull senses, and abysmal speed. The problem is that there are many of them. Way too many. Crawling all over the place. (Aryalat’s notes: I appreciate the irony of an ant-like alien creature complaining about the strength in numbers of weaker creatures). I stand on my legs, towering over the enemy by at least three heads. He’s trembling. He points his weapon at me. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t care. It cannot pierce my exoskeleton. But I cannot let him try. Next thing I know, hes on the ground, a red stain on his side. Looking down at one of my left arms, a red liquid is dripping from one of my claws. His weapon is in my hand. He talks to something. I don’t know what he says, and my mandibles cannot produce sounds like that anyway, but I feel it. More are coming. I flee.

My next steps are to infiltrate their different bases of operations, learn about them and steal their technology. Their doors cut down like leaves under my claws, their shitty senses unable to feel my presence when crawling along ceilings and walls. And if someone does, I make quick work of it. I don’t kill unless necessary, the more I observe them the more I pity them, playing under someone else’s tune and risking their lives for something I haven’t figured out. They should just leave. On my trips I find new weapons, a thermal shield, an electroshock generator, and many other techs that I can more or less adapt and use for myself.

While crawling inside a ceiling, I hear something. I spy some kind of meeting, and there is a simulation going. They want to blow up the planet! Why. I won’t let them. But going down and killing everyone might not work. Who knows how many are involved. I don’t understand their language, and my three-fingered clawed hands cannot operate their technology. I need help.

I spy a male and a female walking in a hallway, alone. Perfect. I jump behind them, and immediately grab them by their neck and crush them against the wall, taking their weapons with my two free arms. They look scared at me. I can kill them in an instant. I look at them. They know. I release them, and they fall onto their butts, before I move forward into a corridor. I turn around, and stare. I hope they get the “follow me” command. After a few seconds and some words between them, they do. I take them to the meeting room, the door falling instantly to me. I point a computer at them, and they start looking at it. Their faces twist in horror at the plan. I chose right. When they’re done, I look at them and give them back their weapons. Hoping they get the message. We will stop this plan.

First order of business is taking care of the head of the operation. The aliens know where the scumbag is, so I follow. I slice the door open, and the guy looks horrified at my presence. My two companions point their weapons at them, and there is shouting between them. The leader makes a move, and suddenly the whole room explodes. I cover my companions, taking very little damage. But he seems to have escaped through the window. We hear the engine of a spaceship starting. Oh, no, you’re not leaving. I jump out the window, and prepare my weapons to shot at the ship. The ship is heavily armed and responding in kind. It’s covered in some kind of thermal shield. My companions arrive, and they also shoot at it. We’re going nowhere. I move away, and climb the side of a building, before jumping on the ship. I use my thermal shield to cross the ship’s. It hurts like all fuck. It’s hard to remain grabbed to the ship, it’s moving around quite a lot. I grab onto it tightly, and release the electroshock attack. It also hurts so damn much, but the ship starts convulsing and crashes against the ground.

I slice the hull open, and I enter. I find the guy. He’s there, unconscious, but alive. Quite charred from the zap. I look at him. I need to end this now. I grab him. I open my mandibles. And I eat his head. (Aryalat’s notes: OMFG this moment. My brain decided to really give me feedback for this for some evil reason, and since then I have a very vivid feeling on what THAT feels like. I’m still deeply unsettled by that. OMFG.). I open the ship, and I carry my prey. I see my companions, and I throw the headless corpse at them. They look horrified at me, with red liquid all over my head and torso. I raise my two top arms, and shout in victory. Then I woke up.