So last night I had a dream that I was running out from a Walmart with some friends, I think we'd just pulled off a heist or something? But we felt like cool criminal queens like Harley Quinn. I'm getting ready to get in my car and drive by home when someone says they saw someone get into my car, well I'm worried that it's the music producers we've been running from since we quit our contract, so I get my knife out and with bags in one hand and knife in the other I look into all the windows. No one's there. I look under the car and don't see anything either, but when I stand up straight again I see the shadow of what looks like Stitch from Lilo & Stitch in the parking sign.
Thinking Stitch is in my car really throws me off, and I look back up at top of my vehicle where the shadow would have been cast from. Standing on the roof of my car was one of those "off brand stitch" alien costumes from the Sims 4, only it had a properly proportioned head and body and was super fluffy. I approached despite people telling me not to and it began to ask me questions about wolves.
I answer them to the best of my ability but next thing I know we're in my car, which has the steering wheel on the wrong side like with british cars, and I know that it's too late, something tells me it's too late, and as I'm driving it too the place in town where wild wolves run around so that I can let the alien see, my head feels floaty on top, like i'm in control but I'm not quite my own....kind of like when a gentle teacher puts their hands over yours to teach you how to move your fingers, and you let your hand go limp in their's.
As we're driving I see flashes of myself being held in smaller sets of arms of this massive beast with legs 20 feet long that shake the Earth as it walks on its feet and fists, there's no car and I'm being held up against its chest. What remains of me at least. As it has given me this blissful feeling of being loved and cherished, welcomed and all around care for, it's stripped me down to my spinal column, my skull, which was a cow's for some reason, and a few hanging strips of what looked like nerve endings or meat, tough there weren't many of them.
I could see it's giant, pulsing, tube of a tongue jammed through the back of my skull and knew that was how it was controlling and feeding on me, but I was okay with it.
I only got one or two glimpses of that but I never stopped feeling the love and closeness as we traveled to see the wolves. When we got there we became in my eyes, which clearly weren't telling me the truth, two separate people, we looked the same as before except I had a cow skull for a head and spent most of my time beneath the beast for comfort, pressed against its chest and stomach even as we walked on two and sometimes four legs.
What we found when we got up close to the wolves was a group that had just come from church and were taking their 5 year old on her first run as a wolf, it was a sacred thing meant for the family of the newly changed wolf only and we'd interrupted it. The family grouped up around their daughter and apologized and backed off, which the alien didn't understand, so I explained it to him by sending him the feelings through my mind to him. This whole time he had possessed the ability to read my mind but didn't unless I wanted him to, we spoke verbally, sort of, but this could only be shared through emotions.
As we continued traveling along old railroad tracks a creeping sadness began to wash over me. I knew my time was coming to an end and the flashes of what remained of my body were getting more frequent, he knew too of course a when he'd drained me of everything useful I had, all my nutrients, meats, and energy, he let me go, but gave me the parting grace of living on as a different human, one with a cowskull face.
I ventured back to where we'd seen the wolves, a partially lit park area with some vending machines and benches, and sat there in the darkness, searching through my wallet for three one dollar bills so that I could buy some orange ice cream from one of the machines. I tried to continue on, not saying word, but I felt cold and afraid without my monster, like everything good in life had slid away from me.
Another younger monster disguised as an Indian boy of 11-12 tried to latch onto me like the first by asking me questions, but I just didn't feel the same connection so he couldn’t latch on and we ended up only talking which frustrated it, so it stole my wallet. Then I woke up.