Dream CXCVII

I was living in a gigantic apartment building in Washington DC.

There was a party on the top floor which we all had to go to.  I got on the elevator with a few friends and went up.

The party was okay, the food was decent.  Many folks were complaining that they, the tenants, were paying for all this.

Down in the streets below I heard the sounds of many sirens suddenly roaring by.

I noticed the crowd was a lot thinner; people were leaving.  I asked one of the businesses on the floor if we were supposed to be evacuating, and they said yes, the order had just come through.

I met with a friend and we all boarded an elevator.  We were all speculating.  She put her hand on the side of my face and lightly brushed my lip.

When we reached the bottom floor, street level, there was no one around.  I suggested we go round the opposite sides of the building, she to the left and I to the right, to see what we could find out, and we'd meet at the side opposite this one.  She agreed and went off.

I met another friend and an old lady.  The old lady wanted to go back in but I told her she couldn't, there was a bomb scare, the police have to clear everything.

I met a few scattered folks and asked them if they knew of any fire; they said no, and pointed to a wall mounted television.

According to the news reporter, as it happened aliens had landed at the White House and were presenting the world with several demands.

They showed one of the aliens on TV.  He had a large round head with big open eyes, a body shaped like a bowling pin and very thin limbs.  His coloration was white and yellow with a bit of black trim.  He looked like a cartoon bee.

He was holding something up in a threatening manner, and making buzzing noises. It was said the object was a detonator.  It looked like a small weight scale, the type used for weighing postage.  There were subtitles on TV but they were unreadable.

I started back on my trip toward the far side of the building.  When I finally rounded the corner, I hoped to see my friend but it turned out there was another floor below the ground level.  Down below was a crowded night club.  I looked over the balcony to see if I could spot my friend, but the crowd was too dense.

I ran into another friend.  He wanted to know if anyone knew what the aliens wanted.  Some other folks asked the same question.  Everyone was staring in the direction of the White House.

I thought of the device the alien held.  "Maybe they want to mail some letters," I joked, and folks frowned at me and asked "Why they'd want to do that?"

I was going to point out that the device looked like a postage scale, but there was a sudden hush.  I wanted to go down to the night club level to look for my friend, but couldn't see a way down.