So I had a dream about aliens invading with infected pizza.?

Question

odd one eh? So the dream went like this... I was on the beach walking along when i noticed that there were all types of pizza boxes scattered along the shore. Sometimes you find a bunch of shoes when a barge tips or something, but this was pizzas and I was confused. So I dragged the pizza back to my lab and examined it and determined it was alien viral infected pizza and that eating would make us aliens. So I went around trying to tell everyone about the virus and they just wouldnt listen. There was this girl from work who i know likes pizza and also lives near the beach, she was down there and was all upset the pizza had gone bad. So I explained the virus problem and she was all worried. But then Pizza began falling from the sky and sure enough, she ran over and ate the first pizza she could and turned into an alien. So i decided to prevent this from happening. I then made some fireworks and shot them up at the pizza.. yeah its odd, but it worked.

So then a bunch of alien people realized i was stopping the progression and started chasing me around. I hopped over a few fences and hid in someones yard. While sitting there I met up with Scooby Doo. Scooby already knew about the virus, but it seemed he had run into the same problem, too many aliens, and everyone liked pizza. I can't remember much past that, but i think it changed to another dream topic altogether with nothing to do with aliens.
Got any ideas what it all means?

Answer 1

Could be that something feels like it is out of control, so you have this big dream about everything being beyond your control even when you have it all figured out.

I have wild, detailed dreams all the time and can't imagine how it must be to not remember dreams. I dreamed that my son had an evil twin who had died at birth and the twin kept sending telepathic messages to my son and me. The only way we would be able to get him to stop was to go out to his grave and take him back his head ... which I didn't even know that we had. When we got to his gravesite, he reached long, skinny, white arms up out of a wide, vertical, aluminum drainpipe and grabbed his head, put it on his neck, twisted it on, leapt out of the pipe, and wanted to be buddies. We were very afraid of him, so we ran away back to the car which was my old 1982 Buick LeSabre, and started backing down the street. Apparently we could only go backwards and the driver's side door wouldn't close. The twin was running alongside and hanging onto the open door until I made a backward left turn through a red light and ended up in some industrial driveway with a big parking garage.
We parked and ran inside to find ourselves in a combination meat packing plant slash stationery store. In the lower level they were in white aprons hacking away at big cuts of beef and in the upper level they were making origami earrings from handpainted paper. Eventually I looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark. "Oh no! We've stayed inside in a safe place all through the daylight and now we have to go outside in the night!"
By the time we get to the car we have gained my middle son who was not in the dream before. We pass a carload of girls in a convertible, one of whom shouts, "Steve, you didn't ask me to the dance and now I'm mad at you." S: "Will you go to the dance with me?" Girl: "No, I'm mad at you, so you'll have to ask me again." S: "Will you go to the dance with me?" G: "OK."
We whirl out of the industrial drive, frontwards this time, and take a turn through the light and up the hill the way we had come in. Only now the evil twin has a small ranch-style house on the right and he's sitting out in front in a cheap webbed lawn chair -- has a small, yappy dog on a leach tied to the leg of the chair and he's practicing casting with his fishing pole. He has Halloween lanterns lighting the eaves of the house and hanging from the tree over his head. We know we can't sneak by, so we park quietly and don't know how to get away. Then I see two tall blonde women that I know from school sneaking into his back yard from the house next door. Marty is going to come up one side of his house and Jill is going to come up the other side ...
And that's it.

And, it's interesting to me that you have great dreams. Something struck a familiar chord the day I put you on my faves.

Answer 2

sounds like you have dreams on the level that I do. Have not met many people like that. I have found that traditional dream interpretation book (the kind that read like a glossary) are not helpful to me. it is individual. I see invasion, something forcing it's way into your life. by what means, well, something common and wanted, pizza, (see in my dreams it would be french fries, this is why a generalized book wont help you) the theme seems to be you as a rescuer. But you know your mind better than I do. try reading a book called creative dreaming, but beware it will affect your dreams.....highly recommended by me, I have had 4 copies and never had the nerve to finish it. good luck!!

Answer 3

American citizens can barely live the American dream with all the living expenses (which those illegals somehow live without) But seriously, citizens in every industrialized nation work for a living and pay taxes only to have them fund illegal asylum seekers in the name of humanity while they are actually being exploited in jobs below minimum wage that most citizens wouldn't want for above minimum wage. As a blue collar who surrenders his social life to make a decent living, I still don't have any sympathy for illegals. But who's really at fault here?

Answer 4

did you eat pizza and watch a movie about aliens before you went to bed?

Answer 5

Be afraid.............very afraid
Oh yeah dont eat any pizza either