In a twilight zone just beyond the known quadrants of Area 52, where reality softens and dreamlogic takes hold, Anjelikka found herself standing in the Utopian Garden, a liminal realm reserved for encounters that never quite finish.
To her left, the swirling violet portal labeled “Outer Rim” still whispered her name. To her right, the Utopian Garden promised peace but only for those willing to forget.
⁂¤π∴ stood beside her, not facing her. Not even seeing her.
He had returned from Alcyone, yes, but what returned was not the same being she’d sent off with whispered hope and ten-minute affection. His mind was rewired, rerouted, rewritten. His boots glowed with trace radiation from an unrecorded jumpgate. His voice, when he used it, spoke in new symbols she couldn’t decipher.
She wore the same dress from the last goodbye, as if to jog a memory. Nothing flickered. Not even recognition. It was as if she'd been deleted from his star map.
“I got your postcard,” she said softly, voice nearly absorbed by the moss beneath their feet.
“Wish You Were... Ready,” he’d written.
She had been. But maybe that was the point.
Around them, the portals pulsed. Something was shifting in the folds between dimensions, more arrivals were expected, anomalies that weren’t logged, and distant drifts of emotional frequencies that triggered headaches in the control room back at Area 52.
She wondered if love could survive a time lag of galaxies. Or if some hearts were meant only for one orbit. But then she woke up and realized it was a dream, ⁂¤π∴ was gone. Was this his dream or hers?
Alien Dreaming – A Field Summary
Yes, aliens can dream, though not always in ways we understand.
In the Area 52 universe, alien dreaming is a phenomenon studied under a classified sub-branch of interspecies psychology known as Oneironautic Transduction.
When ⁂¤π∴ returned from Alcyone with no memory of Anjelikka, one theory is that his dreams had been purged or overwritten during transit. Some at Area 52 suspect he still dreams of her, but doesn’t know what the image means anymore. To him, she’s a symbol of warmth, or danger, or something beautiful he was instructed to forget. At Area 52, multiple staff members reported identical dreams of floating cities, bioluminescent forests, and weeping moons after proximity to certain specimens.
Sweet Dreams!!!!
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