Sielna

A dark, grey/green washed out industrial environment. We are hunting (supposedly!) Aliens. At times this activity feels utterly real and at others I feel I am reminding myself that this is just a very realistic computer game, making mental notes about aspects of the gameplay and how I have perhaps been injured or died(?) - a single Alien springing, arms wide, from behind a wall mounted ducting or pipework feels less like an incident and more like a looped replay. We're patrolling inside generic concrete corridors with a sort of soft earthy gravel underfoot. The whole place seems to have been designed with Aliens in mind – hence the unreal sensation - as there's plenty of air conditioning ductwork criss-crossing on the walls and ceiling and what looks like very fine – but solidly built – square wire mesh structures, almost like airing(?) ducting. Some of this material has been fashioned into lid-like covers for openings in the wall and ceiling too. Myself and the other marines are gingerly investigating all these features by torchlight, anticipating an all out attack at any moment. We come across a network of this mesh ducting that takes up a huge amount of space. I watch, trying to follow with my torch, what looks like a greyhound pace and race back and forth within one of these horizontal lengths-

Mulpeth

Four static Aliens - very much the same as an (unpainted) Halcyon Movie Classics 'Alien Warrior' kit - all lying on their backs, each on an individual raised dias of some sort. Hard to discern the scale of this scene as the Aliens seem to be on a smaller scale too and I am much larger than life. They seem to have the fixed pose of the model kits and periodically they seem to crackle with energy (that I am giving them?) and jolt into life, their arms, legs and tails thrashing about (until such a time as I decide to lift my finger(?) away from whichever one I have energised and they stop). I seem to be fascinated and scared by this action at the same time, wary to stay out of their reach- 

Then it's as if people are being assembled as some sort of kit. See great chunks of packing foam being removed from a huge card box and a person being assembled, kit-like-from the body parts that are cushioned inside-

Kerbid

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I am at the top of a tall new building (which I am sure is replacing the Empire State Building in New York). I am very frightened as construction is (visibly) still underway and much of the environment is open to the air and I can feel and see everything flexing in the wind. My friend Jay Dee is maybe there, but Sigourney Weaver definitely is. At some moments the works seem quite finished, structurally sound and safe, and at others the structure seems to be simply timber and open to the elements (and I seem to be very much at risk). I am trying to avoid looking at the views of buildings - moving sea-like with every pitch of the construction - that remind my of my perilous location at the very top. I spend much of my time moving very, very slowly, crawling on my belly and desperately holding on for dear life-

In one instance I am in a very small flat consisting of two rooms. It has very low ceilings and a girl lies on a bed/mattress inset into the floor in one room. She seems quite happy to be living here up so high it's unsettling. The wind and rain batter against the curved windows which form the entire walls. The floor to ceiling is maybe only a metre, perhaps even less. I can still feel the distressing sway of the building. There is a sense that the area I am in is somehow not quite connected to the (more complete) structure of the building below. Is there a stair that I could get to to reach a more secure feeling vantage point?-

Surdammelli

http://bloody-disgusting.com

Aliens. Males and females (distinct by having the backs of their heads split into two, forming almost like horns). There are 7 of them. There are 5 or 6 of us (humans) on the spaceship. Killed some with an explosive tip bullet. Attacked by some and hacked them to bits with anything that came to hand. Came in through a gap in the lift. Blocking it up. We had all survived with only 1 Alien left when, waiting for it to attack, the scene changed-

Now in Greece, apparently the only place left in the world. Sea stretching for miles. All normal, the surviving Alien now looked like Sharon Stone. In a massive library full of Marvel graphic novels and the like. Stole money from a house and ran away, scared that I would be killed, hiding it in the ground. Wanted my University life back. To go home. Sharon Stone said our containment time was up... but somehow it overran. Had sex with her and a member of the crew. Feeling-

https://theredlist.com

Eventually got back onto the spaceship. Thought there wouldn't be enough oxygen. But Lurch (from the Addams Family) was at a control panel making things go okay. Seemed to have a couple of minutes but he saved the day. Computer screen-