I had an interesting dream last night but, as dreams are wont to do, it has mostly faded away. I do remember a few details though…

It took place during and after an alien attack on Earth, where they were trying to wipe out human life and take over the planet. It started out as being me watching a movie on TV (with Apphia and Tim), and then I was actually in the movie as one of the characters (the son of the primary hero). My dad flew space fighters, and toward the end, he embarked on a daring and dangerous mission to sabotage the aliens’ primary base in space. What was left of the government did a good job of covering up, making announcements that he had died and everything (since apparently the aliens were watching him closely because they were afraid of him… I don’t know why they didn’t just kill him).
Also, their method of killing humans was to selectively release some kind of gas that would incapacitate people. I was in an apartment (our apartment in the movie, I think), rummaging through the clutter and rubble to find food, and then the TV turned to static and the voice was distorted to announce that the aliens were going to attack the building I was in (except for rooms with bunk beds, because they wanted to spare families with small children) in 4 seconds. I run to my mother, and she looks around wildly. Now, understand that the way to survive one of these attacks is to start breathing water/liquid, because apparently filling your lungs with liquid prevents the gas from affecting you (and apparently you don’t drown if you do that… O.o). The only thing she could find was a ballpoint pen, so she pulled off the end and stuck it up my nose right before the gas hit and I fell unconcious.
When I woke up again, there was a nurse tending to my mom (yay for medical personell still being around!) and telling me she would be fine. There were suddenly a bunch of other people around as well, all trying to steal the apple I had in my hand. Then Mike came running in (mdc1) armed with a sword that kept breaking into smaller and less effectual pieces, charging through the people toward me. I grabbed a sword (hey look, now with convenient Insta-appear©) and joined him and he stopped, saying he thought I had been captured and was coming to free me and my mom.
I think it was about then that I woke up, so I never did get to find out if my dad managed to destroy them or not.

On a related note, I did some random portraits of Mike (and a few other people) yesterday.

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