Cassandra

In this dream, which I had when I was in highschool, I felt like Cassandra, the prophet whom no-one would believe. I dreamed that I woke up one morning convinced that the Earth would be invaded by aliens that day and that we would no longer be masters of our own destinies.

I go to my mother, my friends, my teachers etc, but they all think I am playing a joke even though I am in a rising panic. I keep having visions that I don't understand, but it looks like terrible things happening to people I care about. Finally the fear and frustration get too much for me, so I go to my sister and ask her to give me the huge cardboard box that her refrigerator came in (not that she had a fridge in real life at the time!) I tuck the box into a corner of the basement and hide in it. Not long after, there is a wave of scary booming noises and gusts of wind, as alien spacecraft come down from the sky by the hundreds. Strange creatures pour out of the ships in every city on Earth and go from door to door like commandos, herding everyone out onto the streets at gunpoint. The streets are full of screaming, panicking people. They find my hiding place and throw me out into the road where I stand with my mom, my sister and a friend, wondering what will be done with us.

After some time, something seems to be happening: the aliens are circulating through the crowd, doing something to people one at a time. As they get closer, I see they are using something like a Star Trek hypospray, a little gun they fire into the skin from a few inches away. They reload the gun with little capsules full of compressed gas or powder. I feel very frightened when I see the people already injected start to look sick and scratch themselves frantically, as if they had fleas.

The aliens shoot my mother, my friend and my sister. Then, finally, my turn comes and I get shot at close range with one of the capsules. My skin starts to tingle right away. In a few minutes all my hair falls out (so does everyone else's) and tiny green vines grow in its place. Soon I am standing in a crowd of mossy, vine-trailing people. Once we are all growing foliage instead of hair, the aliens set up an arrangement of fences like what's used to control livestock, pass us through one by one, and harvest the plants we have grown. Some of them eat right off of our skin. Then they send us all home, telling us we'll be rounded up again tomorrow and every day to have our foliage harvested.