Anyway, on this occasion, I was part of one of those urban exploration groups you see on TV, and we were going down through the abandoned depths of the building, about ten storeys below ground. It was kinda like Fallout, but with massive boilers, generators and heating machinery.

It transpired that there was an entire civilisation down there, of sickly reptilian things about four feet tall with black eyes and pallid green skin. Many of them were wearing black cloaks so as to blend in. My spelunking group decided to report this discovery to the outside world (which, knowing the types of government prevalent in my dreams, would have meant extermination).

We then got ambushed by a group of about 20 of the reptilians, and the rest of my group escaped through a disused maintenance hatch, locking the door behind them, but I was caught and restrained by the reptilians.

They took me to their leader, in an area of the basemant that housed an abandoned textile factory (I said it was a big building). Their leader was a Queen Xenomorph from the Alien franchise. I was told by a human who seemed to be their spokesman that the Alien was plotting to take over the world, and in order to do so had enlisted the help of the reptilians and some humans to communicate with the outside world.

They then took me over to a pillar drill and spun me into one of those disgusting fleshy cocoons they have. I was stuck there for quite a while, but fortunately nothing tried to impregnate me. I was woken and freed a while later by the human and the queen Alien. I was informed that the takeover was well underway, and that, for some reason, in order to better understand the human psyche, the Alien Queen wished to be instructed in the proper use of a human toilet.

Thus was I taken up through a series of tunnels into a bathroom in the above ground portion of the Building. In a process which may require brain bleach at some point, I showed the Alien Queen how to crap in a toilet. It would not flush, and it required repeated attempts with a plunger to make it go down. Deciding I couldn’t take much more of being an Alien’s care assistant, I managed to give the Alien and its emissary the slip, with the aid of a jammed fire door.

I escaped to the outdoors to see a world changed by Alien conquest. There were ragged bands of humans walking about looking afraid, as well as a fair bit of rubble and dust. Some policemen in blue uniforms and carrying shotguns started herding the people about. Apparently they were the lackeys of the Aliens, with whom they had cut a deal for global domination.

I tried to run for safety somewhere else, but I was confronted by one of the Aliens, near the passed out body of a police officer. I took his shotgun and tried to shoot the alien with it, but it just caught the shell in its mouth and spat it back at me. When the creature got bored and decided to eat the unconscious policeman, I ran for the cover of some small nearby houses, that were apparently abandoned.

As I got there, I saw a figure in a grey hooded top run down a dead end alleyway. It was Ellen Ripley, heroine of the Alien films. I imagined that would make survival easier. Some men came around the corner and said they were going to turn us in to the aliens for a reward. I made a noise like a distressed Ankylosaur (don’t ask) and such a creature came and attacked the men, with its head rather than its tail club like you’d imagine, while Ripley and I climbed up onto a fence out of the reach of the fight.

When it was over, and the Ankylosaur has wandered off to eat some grass in a neighbouring garden, I retrieved the pistol that one of the dino-brutalised men had been carrying, and I saw that one of the gardens had a huge slime encrusted hole in it, a tunnel used by the Aliens.
Turning around, I saw Ripley was being attacked by an Alien that had snuck up on her, and was melting her clothes with its acid spit/blood. I ran up to them and shot the thing four times in the head, and it went down. That is only the second time in one of my dreams that a firearm has ever worked as intended.

About ten second later, I got punched in the face by one of the blue uniformed policemen, who I promptly shot with the remaining two bullets as he tried to drive a syringe into my leg, presumably for cloning purposes since I’m such an awesome specimen of humanity. Ripley helped herself to his clothes since hers were all acid-y, and we went looking for a better place to hide. Then I woke up.

To begin with, I was sitting in a small chapel with some Bethesda devs. Ken Rolston was there, not sure about the others. I was explaining to them with great consternation that the dimensions in the church and the locations of the windows should match the dimensions outside. Ken Rolston looked as if this was a Revelation to him, but the guy next to him with a grey cardigan just kinda looked ahead gormlessly and nodded. I don't think they took it in.

The scene changed however, and I was then looking upon a hotel room, as if through a grainy old tv camera. I watched as two greasy looking men came into the room from the corridor, and appeared to be lying in wait for someone. It was horrible, they were talking about sixually assaulting the room's occupant.

This occupant returned, a pale, dark haired girl wearing a white shift dress. The two men jumped out at her, and without a look of surprise she pulled a kitchen knife on them, slashing the first man straight across the stomach, so that he fell down in shock.

The second, startled, tripped as she jammed the knife straight through the front of his neck. The girl then turned back to where the first man lay gurgling, and, humming a tune, she knelt down near his head and just started twisting the knife in his eye, humming all the while.
She carried on in this manner for a while, until the man died, and she then stood up, put the knife on a small table next to a weird looking little book, and walked out again.

What she did wasn't particularly horrible, they did see to deserve it. It was just the way she acted throughout the whole ordeal, no sadistic enjoyment, no pity, it was as if she saw the torture as just something that had to happen, a matter of routine.

I find the tattered schoolbag and diary of this 14 year old girl, apparently my old babysitter (I never had a babysitter) who just happened to go missing in 1992. Rather than being in the first person, I was kind of a disembodied perspective, following her around her day to day life. I barely existed, but I was watching all the crap this imaginary person went through. You would really end up empathizing with her.

I find out how she goes missing. She gets transported to 2010 by an angry malevolent energy vampire, who kills her with a flash of blue lightning in order to use her life force to resurrect its dead mate.

Having seen this, the perspective then shifts to my position in the present day. Horribly affected by this, I decide, as one does in dreams, to use a very fast train that will hopefully travel fast enough to send me back in time to 1992 so that I can stop her ever being sent into the future and killed.
It doesn't quite work, and sends me back to 2005 at my old school, on the anniversary of her disappearance. There are posters of her face everywhere, like shrines almost. I go and sit in my old biology class, wondering how to get back home myself. Then I woke up.

I never normally have dreams that are quite that emotional, that was really heartbreaking when you've sat through and watched it all, seen the girl's day to day life. Oh, and 1992 was really, really bleak.