They arrived through a turbulence in the atmospheric continuum. I drew my father's attention to the effect in the sky and we went together to see who or what had landed, as did a couple of other people.

The presence of my father in this dream is fascinating, as he is the completely logical and scientific influence in my life. I could interpret that bit as my right brain getting my left brain to come have a look and see what's real. That's processing a shift if ever there was one.

We met the aliens who were much like us, tall and slender. They had a woman on a table whom they'd taken for food. I discovered that from all their incursions into earth-space they had already learnt to speak English reasonably well. As I began to discuss the woman on the table, they slit her throat. I was angry. I told them it was inappropriate to be taking another sentient being for food. They seemed surprised at my attitude. The one I was talking to the most was sufficiently intrigued at my suggestion that this was a moral issue, that they wanted to hear and learn more.

From there my dream turned into a complicated matter of trying to get from one place to another and gather the pieces of the satellite that is supposed to be breaking up and hitting earth somewhere.