copperbadge:

Last night I dreamed I was a farmer in the early 20th century, and the strange thing about the local town was that it randomly had a small but extremely ornate gothic-style church that had fallen into ruin and nobody used. It wasn’t scary, it was just kind of there and sad.

Then one day, someone was digging postholes to put in a new fence and hit some kind of wire or power button and THE CHURCH WOKE UP and started growing more towers and stuff, and my entire simple farming community was like, “oh, it’s probably a Crashed UFO. Best just leave it be.”

Which we did until we started having SUSPICIOUSLY GOOD FARMING WEATHER for the crops, and every good crop year the church would get a little taller and fancier until it started putting out other infrastructure like roads and stuff, and when it sent a road down to my farm the whole town was like “welp, looks like it wants a sacrifice, better go get your toddler.”

Both I and, it must be said, the UFO were very unimpressed by this and eventually my child was returned to me but not before the church ate the guy who took her, who had been poking annoyingly at it for years anyway. And then the church turned into a skyscraper. I don’t know, guys.

And that’s the story of the time my imaginary daughter was rescued from an angry mob by a UFO posing as gothic architecture.