Alien at AMC

I am in a car with my mother. I am in the passenger seat. She is asleep in the drivers seat. We are parked in a parking space at AMC Studio 30 in Olathe, KS. I look into the median where there is a small bush. I see something smallish moving. As I look closer, I see with shock that it is an alien, a grey with big black eyes conducting its own business in the bushes. It does not see me. As I lean toward the window my own internal attentions grab its attions and it responds by freezing. I nudge my mother and wake her up to tell her of the alien. It begins to scamper away, running on 4's like a baby bear cub. My mother sees it and we watch it escape until it is out of sight

Other woman's dream

I am in an other person's dream. A woman, brunette to auburn hair. Confident. Longer almost moonshaped face, but attractive. Paler than most, perhaps. She is conversing with three people she knows from work. All men, I think. As I watch it I know that it is me, and yet is not me. No strangeness about something which should seem scary and foreign. Nothing seems strange at all.

House

House. Run-down, wooden proch in front, small wood support pilar, hovered above a dirt ground. Paint is chipped, environment is a strange smoky familarity. People inside seem pale. In my mind I realise or compare them to vampires. .. There is an older woman at a table in the kitchen. My job is to retreive something. This is all that I remember