Dream CCXXVII

I was living in a small town near a mountain range.  Part of my job was to drive a truck across the mountains as part of a pick-up/delivery routine.  

One day I took the truck along the route and I could tell there was something different--a kind of tension in the air.  People were talking vaguely about "last night."  I didn't give it much thought and started on my way.

About half way, I came to a more level area.  There were a couple of police around looking warily.  A short lady came up to the truck and told me I needed to turn around, but she wouldn't tell me why.  I thought about it for a few minutes, and decided I'd risk it, so I just barreled along my route.  Behind me I could see the people were frantic about something, but I saw no danger so I didn't worry about it.

After a couple of miles, I got extremely tired, and then blanked out completely.  I was in a state of complete blackness, but I didn't feel worried.

After a while, I came to, sitting in a chair in what looked like a large foyer in a mansion or school.  Something told me I shouldn't look around much, so I kept my head down.  There was a kind of oppressive fuzzyness all around me.

Vague beings entered the room.  I only glanced at them furtively, stealing quick looks.  They were brown in color, and their limbs had several extra joints.  Their faces were just a series of bony plates sticking outward, vaguely arranged in a face-like arrangement.

A loud buzzing appeared in my mind, asking my name.  It then read out three names, the last of which was mine.  So apparently they could broadcast thoughts but couldn't read them.  

Apparently they had landed last night, and the authorities were trying to keep folks out of their area.  They didn't seem hostile, but they radiated an oppression that was depressing and dispiriting.  I was led to believe that I might be returned someday.

A large number of plates were brought in, containing large pieces of fried and breaded meat.  I was told if I could arrange them so that they could be carried and served, that would reflect well on me.

I looked at the meats.  I could not identify where they might have come from.