Strange dream.
It's been clinically shown that there is nothing in the world quite so boring as having to listen to someone else's dream. They tend to involve things like "So then, he turned to me, but he wasn't really him, but he WAS, you see?" And then you have to nod, pretending that this raving lunatic is making sense. And then you have a dream, and realize you're just as crazy.

So, it all starts with the aliens. And what do aliens do? They do mind control. For some reason, there's a specific set of words they use that triggers an override mode in the human brain, to make us do their bidding. They'll abduct someone, put an implant in their head, and then they're set to go - it's all very "Manchurian Candidate" (the new one, haven't seen the old one). The thing is, they're doing it primarily to women, who, like Eve, in turn try to get their men to be mind-controlled, too. Now, the key here is that their motivation for getting their men under alien mind control is not that their overlords are asking them to - it's that they're lonely, and afraid, and they want someone to share their enslavement.

When I woke up, it was pretty obvious what my subconscious was trying to say. It's pretty sexist, I guess, primarily because, for me, the most staggering examples of willful insecurity tend to come from the female gender. Blast me if you must, I might deserve it - but doesn't it strike you as odd how gleefully women take to playing the game society imposes on them? "I *like* shaving my legs." - "It's healthier to be skinny." - "Makeup makes me feel pretty." - Well, of course, it's what moves products. There's no depths to which the system will not sink in order to transfer your money into their pockets. One particularly good way to do it is to make you insecure enough to feel you *need* these things to feel better. Men aren't significantly different - we need a good job (so we have more spending cash), a fast car, nifty gadgets, a big house, whatever. And certainly, men can be just as twisted by commercial manipulation as women, but for the most part, the system is working more in men's favor. There's an imbalance. A fat, bearded guy who lives on the internet can be quite a catch, but women with the slightest imperfections are immediately considered undesirable. It's just downright disgusting.

So, the whole alien thing. Don't you want someone to share your insecurity, your weakness, your fear? Maybe. But if you ask me, life's too short for insecurity. It's too short to worry. It's too short not to love the one you're with, too short not to be with the one you love. It's entirely too short to waste a breath on a word you don't mean. Life's too short for malice, and it's too short for hate and fear. Life is too goddamn short to do what's convenient rather than what's right. And life is altogether too short not to believe that you can move the world, and spend every minute looking for where to stand.