Dream Journal: Angelic Invasion

So… the entire world was invaded by Angels. We called them Angels — because they called themselves Angels. They were the Divine Angelic Forces — well, they called themselves that in their own language. We ended up having to learn their language — as their invasion completely blind sided us.

See… they came from this world — but a version of this world that exists next to this world, while still being this world. Just slightly to the side of it. They lived and were like us, in their world that was just askew of ours. They became the Angels, and started moving to the worlds that were their own world that were directly next to their world.

Since they were the divine force here to help us become like them… we had to look aesthetically like them… and to think exactly like them. With anybody who refused to just be another piece like them would be killed.

There was a rebellion of sorts — and it somewhat succeeded. We kicked the Angels out of our world that was their world just askew of their world.

However — we were forever affected by them. You do not have an invasion force able to travel distances incomprehensible occupy where you grew up… and not have it affect you.

I had spent my entire life a flesh mannequin. Which is the best way to describe how the Angels worked.

Their bodies were a weird ceramic plastic metal structure that had flesh drapped onto it. You had your flesh skin, fat sacs and cartilage — but that was over top the various ceramic/plastic/metal organs, bones and support structures. The bones were mostly replaced by support structures — which mostly had my body look like a store based mannequin that had a butchers shop put its skin and meat over top of it.

Oh… and I had LED lights to flash colours to indicate my current state of health. Which I could turn off — yes… but it worked better to passively indicate my mood, fatigue, stress levels and health via LED lights. It adds to the whole process of nonverbal communication and body language.

Everybody in our world that is the world of the angels — but askew from them had now looked like this. It is possible to have a new baby born without this — but that would be like having a new baby born out in the bush, unvaccinated and raised by wolves.

I spent decades of my life, raiding Angel supply lines — robbing their forces of their goods — and weakening their ability to hold onto Our/Their/Askew World… and to allow people to look differently and think differently from them. So many Angels got killed by me — and I knew they’d kill me if they could.

After getting our freedom from the invading Angels… it was very quickly pointed out that they left here, because they had plenty of other worlds that were both our/their world — except just Askew of this one.

We managed to take their technology to turn ourselves slightly to the side, so that we’d be in other worlds. Other worlds that were this world — but just askew of this world.

We were there to kick the Angels out.

However — the locals couldn’t tell us apart from the other Angels.

We chose our/their/askew worlds that the Angels hadn’t gotten a full hold upon to work to kick them out. As it would be easier for us to not fudge the bed afternoon.

We were much more taken down by the Angels than the askew worlds we showed up in. We managed to fight them off — but it was hard, and we didn’t want others to have to do that.

We however… had taken in much of the Angel technology just via their occupation of us — and we couldn’t go back.

I don’t remember a time not being the Flesh Mannequin that the Angels were. We called ourselves Flesh Mannequins as a colloquial term — mostly because we didn’t think of us as Angels… so much as the Angels as a nation and an invading force.

It was usually a rough force — but in order to make ourselves known to not be Angels, we just demonstrated ourselves being okay with doing stuff the Angel Empire would have sentenced members to death.

Eventually the locals to our world askew would be less twitchy about us being around — knowing that the Angel Force was not a 100% unified front, and parts of its empire were fracturing off.

Most of the technology the locals to our world askew would use were old timey and quaint. Having a rustic charm. Yes — they were the latest technology in our world askew — but they were so far behind the latest technology we had. The Angel Empire had banned all of this stuff — so we had less amounts of familiarity with it.

I enjoyed getting taken around in an old timey electric car with its many tablet computer systems. Like I was in one of them LARPs that went back to an older era.

The dream ends with me, having learned of the Angel Empire planning on using a powerful weapon to clear a large amount of area in a version of our world askewed.

With me jumping into a machine to turn me slightly to the side, so that I could go to that world — and warn the forces there. Who were celebrating a victory against the Angel Empire — and we were happy to clear out the Angel Empire from them before they had caused a large amount of damage. With us trying to maintain good communication with them via messengers being turned slightly to the side to go back and force.

I had an important message for how large portions of our world — their world just askew from ours — would be made into glass craters… with efforts to set up defences for this issue.

I was jumped and attacked by a raid of the Angel Empire… and was damaged when I was turned slightly aside. Turning slightly aside had me able to escape them. I blew up the location where they would be when they turned aside. Effectively vapourising them as their followed me into our world… well, the world just askew from ours.

I find some locals… and inform them I need to head to The Capital City… well, what I actually I said was “I need to get to The Constantinople” — but they figured out I likely mean the big nearby city where a lot of the development from communications with their/our world ended up happening.

I end up laying down in their car — in the passenger seat leaned back, and a blanket above me and below me. I also had me seat belt on. It was a quaint old timey electrical car — with several little portable computer nick knacks… and some fun little LED light options everywhere. This car was already four years old — and there were wrappers on the floor.

I remember them having an argument about how they were not attractive looking — despite the two of them looking fine. I comment about how I’m the one who is super fat, and needs to improve my looks.

They look at me with shock and awe, like, “dood… you look like a Barbie Doll.”

Because I did… due to being a Flesh Mannequin. Still… I am somewhat self conscious about some of my body.

I responded with a, “yeah, well, I still have more valid complaints about my personal looks than either of you… you both look fine.”

I then curled up and went to sleep. Being driven down the late night, early morning road, barrelling to the capitol, with a warning of the incoming “not being there anymore due to becoming plasma” that would need to have defences built up around.