Ponds of White Smokey Haze
Dreamed on 2013.06.07.0639 Me and a group are exploring unfamiliar terrain when we see an airplane being torn apart piece by piece. Nothing is touching it, though, while this happens. We see several other airplane skeletons, but understand nothing until we notice that there is a gigantic platform ahead being constructed out of airplane parts. “OH! That’s makes sense,” we say, “that’s how they are building things.” I accidentally trip an alarm by crossing beneath the platform, an alarm goes off, and we are chased. We run as fast as we can and eventually we are running through a field with many little “ponds” of white smokey-looking haze. We can run across their surface easily enough. “Are these the aliens?” someone asks “No," one of our pursuers shouts, "these are their technology." And if you stand in one for long enough, you may almost begin to see the aliens standing in other ones. We run faster, ditch the pursuers, and hide in an old abandoned hot...