Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)
I was driving along the interstate, trying to find a house. I finally got to it and it was a huge mansion. There was a green SUV in the driveway. A woman came out to meet me, the mother/wife in the family, and invited me inside. My younger cousin Brittany was her daughter. There were lots of animal skins and heads mounted on the walls. Everything about the family seemed a bit off.
I took their SUV out and drove down the road. I was going to research some kind of animal. It grew dark and I couldn’t figure out how to lock the doors of the SUV as I sat in it on the side of the road. A family of black people stopped, but I waved them on, telling them I was fine. I tried using the woman’s cell phone to call her, but couldn’t reach her. I drove back to the house.
There was a baby bottle sitting on the kitchen island counter. It was filled with some clear, green-yellowish liquid. She told me she was an alien, her husband was human, and Brittany was half alien. She said she’d tell me everything if I drank the bottle. I was going to, but asked if it would hurt me. She told me no, but that a lot of things would change. I stopped and said I wouldn’t drink it. She glared at me. I said I’d drink half the bottle and she agreed. I drank it.
She told me she had to keep her husband drinking it to be more alien like her. She warned me that some of the things I would see in the house would be scary or shocking because the family was apathetic toward things on Earth. I sat down in an armchair in the living room. She came over to me and sat down on top of me, leaning forward. I thought she was going to kiss me, and she did put her lips to mine, but then she blew really hard. All these colors and images started whipping by, and knowledge poured into my head (like in The Matrix with Neo). There was a screaming sound in my head. I felt like I was tilting or falling backward.
After what felt like several minutes, she released me and got up. She and Brittany started talking to the husband, who was sitting on the couch. In the middle of talking, though, the husband suddenly froze, mid-expression. He didn’t move or talk or respond. “Brittany, go adjust your father,” the woman said. This was one of the effects of the liquid I drank on humans.