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Last summer I dreamed that I joined a meeting with a hunting club.  The meeting place was outdoors, but there was a curved wall dividing the main area from the parking lot.  Most of the wall was wooden, and the backside of the main area was a chainlink fence.  The other side of the fence was near the foot of a steep, grassy hill.

After driving up and parking, I left my .22 rifle in my van for some reason and entered the main area with only a pistol in a holster, and began to mingle with the other hunters.

A moment later a feeling came over the crowd that something was wrong.  I was standing next to a caged rabbit when somebody pointed out it was standing on its hind legs and said it was a sign that something bad was going to happen.

Part of the wall I mentioned earlier looked like the inside of a spaceship, and there was a large, square hole halfway up the wall where a missing vent cover should have hung.  I pointed at the hunter standing in front of the gaping vent with his rifle in his hands, and said, “He's going to be the first one to go.”  A second later a scaly arm reached out of the vent, grabbed the back of the hunter's shirt, and yanked him into the darkness.

Panic set into the crowd.  I was still calm, although I was cursing that I'd left my rifle in the van.

With the intention of retrieving my rifle, I walked to the door and stuck my head out cautiously, sensing that the greater danger was in the parking lot.  To my horror I beheld a scene of carnage:  Several hunters lay dead on the ground and across car hoods, while others screamed as they were slain by a few of the aliens from the Predator movies.

I retreated into the main area, filled with terror.  I somehow knew the predators would be less likely to kill me if I were unarmed, so I removed my pistol and holster and hid it in a tall clump of grass in a corner by the fence.  I then made a split decision and hopped the fence (even though it was as tall as I am).  I immediately ran up the hill that was behind the fence, and halfway up I noticed a strange looking turret swivel toward me.  I realized the predators had set up motion-sensing cannons to catch escapees as it hurled a small ball of white energy at me.  I managed to dodge the shot, then quickly climbed over another fence at the top of the hill where the ground leveled out.

I glanced back behind myself and saw two predators standing at the foot of the hill, the taller one of them pointing after me.  I resumed running along another fence that was perpendicular to the one I'd just climbed over.  I glanced over my shoulder again and saw the shorter predator running not far behind me as it turned invisible.  I took a chance and turned around to perform a flying dropkick at my unseen persuer.  Luckily it connected squarely, and the predator become visible again.

I grappled with the predator and managed to get behind it.  Holding each of its wrists, I pushed one foot against the small of its back.  This predator had a scrawny physique which made me wonder if it was female.

Then I woke up.

I went back to sleep and dreamed about the secret stash.