Chalte Chalte

So, according to my inner conscience, I’m an butt-kickin' alien-hunter!
Let me explain…
My dream the other night started out in a large stadium. I left my seat to go to the back of the stadium where various animal stables were located. Apparently I had volunteered to watch over one of the animals. I was assigned to watch the calf, which I was ecstatic about at first. However, when I got in the stable, I realized just how tall the calf was in relation to me. To make matters worse, the calf began playfully kicking. I was terrified enough at this point when the calf started full-out bucking and three aliens appeared. One was a big purple blob that looked like Jaba the Hut. The other two were orange imp creatures with webbed hands. The imps ran around creating havoc as Jaba slowly came towards the calf, swallowing it into it’s Grape JELL-O body. Soon after, a dirt tunnel covered in plants appeared in mid-air. Then for no apparent reason, the aliens grabbed me and slipped away through the tunnel. Somehow I managed to escape and get back to the stadium. I ran to the Catalina RD (the Resident Director of a dorm at the university I go to), Rachel, to tell her about the aliens. Just then I remembered I’d left some stuff in the locker room. When Rachel asked me to check where the aliens had gone while I was out, I stupidly agreed. I stepped inside the floating tunnel to get to the locker room. I was surprised to find alien tracks upon entering. There was one long, purple snail-like track and two sets of circular orange footprints that seemed to have no certain destination. Instead, the footprints lead from one side of the tunnel to the next, then back and around, but rarely straight. I followed the three sets of footprints through the locker room and into the mall. I then ran back to the locker room and through the tunnel to tell Rachel. Once I’d informed her that the aliens had headed into the mall, she quickly appointed me a member of her alien hunting squad. (Cue cheesy super hero action pose!). Shortly after, I became aware that my brother was hanging out with the same three alien scum I was destined to destroy. Still believing in the side of my brother that was just and alien-hating, I attempted to resurface his sanity by drawing his portrait. In the picture, his back was facing forwards and his head was turned to look at whatever lie behind him. A wide-brimmed detective hat sat on his head, covering his face in shadows. Somehow, when my brother looked at it, he saw a large-eyed, kawaii (cute) anime character. I kept trying to alter the picture to no avail. Needless to say, I didn’t succeed in my mission to keep my brother from spending his time with alien scum. In fact, it may have had the opposite effect.
Super-Awesome Alien Hunting Squad forever!!!!
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Hello! My name is Ashley :)