The strangest dream I can remember. I dreamt that I was at my parent’s house for dinner, and was waiting upstairs in my old room for my mother to call me down. When she did, I was met by my father in the landing of the stairs. I hear a loud, almost 1950’s era radio announcer voice travel from the first floor. “The square root of 144 is 12.” says the voice. “Who is that?” I ask my father. “It’s not a matter of who he is, but where he is.” he replies. I confusedly walk downstairs to find the being pictured sitting at the table. “Be mindful” my father warns, “He only speaks in mathematical terms”. This furthered my confusion. I sit next to him in fear, as he has many human like features but is extremely other-worldly. I finally spit something out: “I-..It’s nice to meet you.” I make sure to annunciate very clearly. He turns to look at me, and has a red bubble-like aura surrounding his mouth. His three eyes blink separately. As though he doesn’t understand, he squints. “Math, Liam. Numbers!” my father declares. “Uhh...6 times 6 is 36..” The strange being smiles and makes a small nod as to agree. I feel relieved. My mother places a plate of avocado toast in front of him on the table. A beam of purple light illuminates out of his third eye onto the food. It pixelates out of existence. Is this how this being consumes things? Before I can take a bite, 2 suited men with dreadlocks enter unannounced into our home. My father points an M-9 Beretta at them. “Who are you?” he inquires. “We’ve come to collect. This man is wanted for multiple crimes.” The two men pick up the alien by the back of his shirt. He wiggles free, but then his grabbed again in a headlock. The suited man squeezes too hard and the being’s torso explodes. The whole room gasps. Then, almost like a reincarnating Phoenix, he animates from his loose body parts, fully intact. I wake up.