WWYD? (what would you do?)

 
 
 
 
I’ve been having a lot of alien dreams lately.
 
Not LOTS lots, not every day — just now and then, usually right before I wake up for the day. They are nebulous stories with a variety of reactions in them — everything from terror to wonder. I’m not worried about their meanings, but they have given me a fun idea for a blog.
 
When we encounter thoughts of alien invasions we often think of H.G. Wells War of the Worlds or the movie Independence Day. These forms of entertainment give us reactions from the point of view of one or two people in a world of their own. Gene Barry, Tom Cruise, Randy Quaid, and Sigourney Weaver are just a few who have encountered and “dealt with” aliens of one form or another.
 
So I thought it would be fun to see what the average human being would do in an alien invasion situation.
 
I will set barely any parameters — after all, this is a fictional, fun blog, not a true doomsday plan. The aliens (of whatever form your mind chooses) is not at your house yet. They are coming. They are destroying most in their path. Who knows where they are going or what they want.
 
What would you do?
 
I’d love a ONE SENTENCE response to my probing (ohhh..ack!) question. Don’t think about it for days before you share your thoughts –just go for it! Funny answers are just as good as serious ones — after all, if disaster is down the street and there’s nowhere to go, might as well have a good time with your Close Encounter.
 
When I get a bunch of answers I will dedicate an entire blog to the answers. (After all, there’s room here for four or five…)
 
I’ll even ask my family and grandkids. Won’t THAT be a hoot …
 
Sooooo…… what would you do if aliens were coming towards your house?
 
My answer:
 
CA: Hide in a downstairs closet until they pass by.
 
It seems to work in my dreams…..
 
 
 
 

Faerie Paths — Weird

Sergio Bustamante

 

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

Robert Fulghum