I've been dreaming about 2012 and aliens again.
So, I had another dream about aliens last night. There were very nice, human-esque, even loving creatures. For some reason, the majority were females. I don't remember males. They were all very tall, I can easily put a 5' 11" minimum on them with grey-ish pastel toned skin in pinks, greens, and violets. I remember a coloring book with a pink cover which somehow connected us. They traveled in one of those cliche round, saucer-shaped UFO-dealies. It was all just a pleasant experience and I remember wanting to go with them and travel, but I never did. I think the ease I felt may have been chemical. Like a pheromone or something?
What this symbolizes: It's me missing my childhood, when things were simple, pink & purple ponies, and I was fresh, pure, and inquisitive. I'm wishing for an easy escape but perhaps I'm lost and don't know exactly what I want, and I want to stick my head in the sand and run away from the uncertainty.
Another really weird part I remember is being on this cheese wagon I'm always riding in my dreams. I don't remember any of the kids or the bus driver (which is really weird because I've been on it many times in a row in the past). I remember two passengers: JB*, clear as fuck, and his 'biff'. We'll call him FAF. JB had that sexy little smirk he's so well known for and he kept turning back and flashing it. Flashing it. Flashing it. FAF was always turned forward, but was constantly listening and eavesdropping, but I wasn't saying anything. Perhaps he was mind reading. I don't really know why they were in my dreams. Perhaps because I ponder them often. Very interesting people. This is all very curious, but if 2012 occurs, JB and FAF will definitely survive.
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