Dream
Somehow I managed to get away alive, but I was taken captive by the alien. I somehow knew he was an alien because of the rat's head crowning the human body.
He served another master, though, a master he didn't like very much, so when there was a stand-off with some unseen person threatening the rat's master -- whom I only ever saw the back of -- in a cave or in between some big rocks in a forest, the rat stood back with me in front of him as a shield. His master never worried about having the rat behind him, because he knew that if the rat killed him, he and I would both be killed by the unseen. But then the rat did the unexpected: he cut the heads off both men with one powerful stroke of his sword. The rat was then attacked, but he blocked the attacker's every swing of the sword. To protect me, for some reason. The two of them just stood there, like a mehcanical toy, the other guy repeatedly swinging his sword and the rat parrying every swing. But then the resourceful rat once again did the unexpected -- despite being lefthanded and holding his sword in his left hand, he somehow managed to stabb his opponent in the back. From the left. He never moved, so maybe he had a second left arm that I wasn't aware of.
We then ran out onto an open field of grass toward a forest where two people, women I think, dressed in black and with a white helmet or blond hair -- couldn't see clearly in the distance -- came toward us riding horses. The rat got his bow out and shot them both to protect me, while I ran down the wooded slope from where they had come. Down the slope and out onto another field, D had joined me, and we both ran below a big massive concrete slab of a hotel, strangely similar to the dormitory I used to live in when studying in China. D was just pointing out the room where I. was enjoying himself with two Taiwanese girls just as he came out, with a knitted hat on his shaved head and buckling his belt. We kept running towards a building and down under it, where there were wide rounded tracks going downwards, and then upwards again, like a bobsleigh track, in some kind of polished yellowish rock dotted with black irregular stains. We wound up in different tracks, me one below D, always one below. If I managed to climb up one level, so did D. In the end, D's track ended level with a platform leading to a door through which you came out in the open again. My track ended one level below the platform, so I had to climb to the next level and then over the railing around the platform.
When I made it through the gate, D was gone, and I saw a station to the right where you could buy tickets for the train and wait. So I did. Getting in there, I realized that a friend I haven't seen for 15 years sat there talking to someone I know by face only and haven't seen for 25 years. They were having a good time of it. When the train arrived, there was no roof over the top floor. The seats along each side faced outwards, and there were long things on poles, fishing rods I think. I couldn't understand why. The train started rolling, and after a while we stopped by a boardwalk along a harbor somewhere. I must have fallen in the water, or maybe I jumped, but in any case I was in the water, attacked by a whale that ate me and some other stuff. I remember that it was crowded inside of it. It had this thing hooked in its back and with something hanging in a bag off of it and if I could only pull it out, I would be able to cut him open and get away. After much pulling and yanking, I finally pulled the thing out. I got out, but the whale was still alive. Then a shark came up to help me. We managed to hold the whale off and finally made it ashore to a beautiful beach with white sand under a pale blue sky. I think there was one palm tree off in the distance, and come to think of it, the sand may have been salt. The shark was with me, almost dead. By the time the whale caught up with us and attacked us on the shore, the shark attacked and killed it, or almost killed it. The shark died, so I took it by the tail and started banging the whale with it, finally killing the whale. I just sat there, exhausted, looking at the dead and dried-up, but still soft and almost rotting, shark lying on top of the dead whale. Then I realized that our beloved little dog Impression-on-the heart lay dead on the shark, as white as in real life, but her white fur soggy and almost disintegrating.
Maybe it is a good thing that I almost never remember my dreams.