Watermelon Sprinkles

Another dream:

Earth was being destroyed. I was one of earthlings thrust into some space station, where the other interglobal representatives were having some sort of meeting to decide Earth’s fate. Fighting broke out. I saw my best friend, now my brigade leader, shooting clunky laser guns. I tried to talk to her, but she was so busy that she merely snapped orders at me to go to a certain portion of the station.

Eventually the space station was falling apart from all the fighting, so everyone scattered to run back to their own planets. Nothing was resolved. I was hiding behind a panel with electronics; a boy and his father were in there. They were technically my enemies, but now it didn’t matter. I started working with the boy to launch the pod, and as we zoomed away into space, Earth burst into spectacular flames. Next to our ship, I saw my brigade leader through the window. She signaled to me — your mission time: 3 months 2 weeks 4 hours. My mission time: 1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks. 

So I knew that my mission was to infiltrate this family. I did not know it, but the father was an important commander for the entire planet. I got really close to the boy, with the beginnings of a typical romance story, but the father was mistrustful. They both felt sorry for me, however, know that Earth was gone and I was basically an orphan, so they took me back to my home planet.

When we arrived, it became apparent why they were the enemy — their planet was of junk food. The space shuttle turned into a dripping, cheesy ham wrap. Driving next to me were donuts, cakes, hamburgers, fries containers. The boy proudly showed me the streets that had slight feel of sticky, thanks to the candy layering. He even took me to a portion were some dirt and grass existed. Disgusted, he drove his mini-burger over it, and the road became pink and sticky.

As I lived with this family, I would get mission requests. I had to retrieve secret intelligence from the top floor of an executive building. So I had the boy take me there on a date, and the last image of the building as we walked away to home was of it going up in flames. Another time, the father and the boy and I were exploring some tunnels, and I “happened” to stumble upon the blue lightsaber that my people had hidden on the planet away from others.  I was beginning to love the boy, however. He had lost his mother, so that he became very attached to me. Every time I carried out a mission, I felt regret for deceiving him. I also knew my time on the planet was limited, so I would cry at nights.

One day, to my immense surprise there was a minivan that was completely green and healthy, with broccoli and cauliflower at its wheels, and a family of peas and other healthy greens in the back. The father was driving, and he looked at them absolutely disgusted. Behind them, there was a trail of green green grass. Damn hippies, he muttered, destroying our planet, while the son shook his head in agreement. I knew that my mission was almost over; this was the family that my brigade leader had been with. So they were from the same planet? I wondered. Why didn’t I know this? Has my brigade leader been here the whole time, using the cover of hippie vegetables to live here?

Eventually, interglobal crisis came again, and the father was called into command. He had his suspicions about me, but he did not say anything because of how his son felt. And after all, I was an earthling without a home — he felt that I could be easily persuaded to join his side through his son.