[Note: This dream is a "Part 2" to a dream I had last night. Please read that one first.]
I had hidden away the plunger while I tried to figure out what to do about it. I remember spending quite a bit of time in the vicinity of Grandmamma's house, whether I was in the house, on the road going to her house, or in the Big Barn. I was approached a couple more times to take the plunger back, and I started to question my own keeping it. Was it really preventing something bad from happening? Maybe it was preventing something good from happening. I started to think about taking it back on my own, without anybody knowing, and just letting someone eventually find it, as if it had never disappeared. I knew that wouldn't work, though.
I was on the bike again, and I was making my way down from Grandmamma's house to Mike's (former step-father) house. I wound up seeing this guy walking from Weyers Cave towards Grottoes, and he wound up seeing me. As he saw me, my bed was there (Em's and my king size bed) and the feather comforter was on it. I laid down it it and curled up under the comforter, even though the weather outside was quite warm. The guy that had been walking spotted me and came over to talk to me.
As he was talking about the feather comforter and relating it to some of his stays at hotels or truck rest areas (mainly telling me whether or not they had had one of these things) he started to get into Em's side of the bed and lay down also. He started telling me about how it would be a good idea to return the plunger to the room where I first found it. My first thought was "Oh good grief! He's just one of THEM!" I found, though, that as I listened to him, he actually was telling me some of the reason why. Unfortunately I can't remember the exact reason, but I think it was along the lines of what I had thought already.
There were aliens that were in orbit around the earth, and in order for them to be able to go back home, they needed this one last item of theirs, but in order for them to come and get it, it had to be in that specific location because it was a protected location that they were allowed to visit. They couldn't just show up anywhere. I finally knew that I did, indeed, need to return the plunger.
I got out of bed and back onto the bike and continued on to Mike's house. I went in the front door, and turned left to go into my room, and as I went in, I saw all my stuff sitting around. The room seemed really big compared to how I knew it in real life. Just inside the door a little to the right was a large armoir, and in front of that armoir was a couple of paper bags. One of them had some pop tarts and cinnamon rolls, and the other had some other sort of sweets/pastries in it. I wound up pulling the pop tart from the first bag off the top and eating it over the second bag so that the crumbs would go into it. The pop tart had pretty much been destroyed because of the humidity. It had swollen way up and then dried way out, so it was very fragile and crumbly. I finally realized that there wasn't much taste to it, so I put it down into that second back, and got up from the floor.
I looked around the room briefly, noting the bed in the middle of the room, and how the room was a little messy, but not extremely destroyed. (as it had often been during my years growing up) I went back out, got back onto the bike, and went back down to Grandmamma's house. I went into the kitchen, and from the corner where the blackboard was, I picked up the plunger, and I went back out to my bike.
As soon as I was on the bike, the guy that had been walking was now also on a bike. We rode down 256 towards Grottoes. We passed over some bridge that had high steel supports up on either side, and about 200 feet beyond that, we took the road to the right that went towards the town of New Hope. A mile or two down was the building that I needed to return the plunger to.
We got off the bikes, and with the plunger in hand, we went in. It was night time out at this point, but the building seemed to be unlocked. We walked down through some hallways, and inside it seemed a lot like a cross between a large office building and a school. At one point, I think I caught a glimpse of one of these aliens, but it was very fleeting. It was very smoke like, and it had two legs, not much of a torso, but up where it's head was supposed to be, there was a sharp arm that extended out to the right. I believe it saw me look at it, and it faded very quickly. I wasn't sure if I had really seen it or if it had just been part of my imagination.
Anyway, we made our way down the main hallway past some offices on the left, and eventually went through this one door that opened up into a room that acted as a hallway (as it was completely empty) and on the other side was a small room where there were three or four doors around. They were kind of "fanned" around, forming a semicircle or sorts, and each one led to a small office. I took the one that was ahead and to my left. There was a glass door on it, and again, it opened easily because it was unlocked.
I took the plunger into the gray room that looked a lot like a doctor's office/exam room, and I sat it over on the right had side by the counter and cabinets. The room also reminded me a bit of Mrs. Conca's (English teacher) room in high school, though I'm not really sure why. It didn't look like it, but something about how it was situated seemed a lot like it.
Anyway, the guy and I wound up leaving, and I rode my bike back to Grandmamma's house. As I got off the bike in that little parking area just at the end of the sidewalk, I realized that had I taken apart the plunger, that I probably would have found a microchip of some sort between the handle and the rubber plunger. I realized that was what the aliens were probably after. I felt that it belonged to them rightfully anyway... for the most part.
I still had a little bit of a question in my mind as to whether or not my giving in was a good thing. I also wondered if perhaps I had been tricked into giving in without my knowing it. Either way, I knew that now the aliens were gone, and I'd be left alone.
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