I dreamed that I was part of some diplomacy group that had first contact with an alien race.

It was a very special event, as the first interspecies marriage took place! For the first time in history, a man from earth would marry a female from that alien race.

I was aboard a spaceship bound for “their planet” as part of the human side of the crew, though the dream never really explained where their planet is or what it was called. There were only 2 passengers—the recently engaged couple.

There was an equal amount of human and alien crew on board, perhaps a way to signify equality among species, though the spaceship belonged to the aliens, as was evident by its Sci-fi, UFO-like design.

Though never explained in the dream, my responsibility was to oversee human-alien communications and address any language or cultural barriers that may appear. My job was to stay as neutral as possible, not really a skill I consider myself particularly adequate in. Yet, out of billions of people on Earth, I was elected for this heavy but honorable task. I got to experience history in the making first-hand, while I didn’t feel I deserved it, I was certainly excited for this.

However, as time passed, and our distance between their planet and our ship ever decreasing, the rituals became increasingly uncomfortable for me to watch.

Apparently, it is normal for the aliens bathe the female with a large group standing around the tub while singing a monotonous kind of song.

I tried not to look as she was undressed, I really didn’t want to know how she looked! But my eyes kind of automatically went towards her as she was undressed by the large group. She had 6 boobs.

I couldn’t help but feel really uncomfortable by this, and I tried to force myself to stay neutral, but damn…

The dream proceeded to pan the camera towards washing those boobs being washed in a very, very slow motion with extremely high detail. As if it was sensing what made me uncomfortable and showed me more of it!

Immediately the dream progressed into me working at a hospital for sick children, a group of clowns came in to entertain the children.

They started doing crafts with the children with this kind of stuff:

It was after they were done that the clowns began to have a devious grin and began strangling the children with the wires, they were so fast, that the knots they made were difficult to remove in the little time they had to strangle every single one of them at once. It felt so organized because every clown took on another kid.

I ran towards a girl and managed to save her, but barely. As she was gasping for breath, all other children already died.

It was one of the darkest nightmares I had in a long time, perhaps forever, as I can’t imagine anything darker I have dreamed before…