In the dream, I had been attacked by an unseen aircraft while parasailing over a lake on “the eleventh” (the date was mentioned several times) and had gone back to the lake the next day (which would be the twelfth) to investigate. On this second visit I saw what I described in my dream notes as “a 1950s-vintage flying saucer, the kind with a dome-shaped cockpit on top.”
The afternoon after the dream, I found this in a weekly meme post:
That’s a saucer of the exact type I was trying to describe in my notes, accompanied by the number 12 and the word cockpit.
The saucer in the dream, by the way, turned out to be carrying perfectly ordinary-looking White people in their thirties, in business garb, who later came out of the saucer and chatted with one another about politics and fashion. They spoke with American accents but had odd word choice and always used were instead of was. For example, one woman commented on a man’s clothing by saying, “His garb were unsightly.” This same woman later apologized for not saying thee and thou more often, saying she found it a bit much, and it was my impression that they were making a deliberate effort to use archaic North-of-England speech patterns, though delivered in an American accent.
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