This is how much I love Alien and Aliens:
I saw the first Alien 3 poster visiting the town I was born in (but only did the initial part of my growing up in), and spent the next year + so excited about the movie that I started haivng alien dreams. And man, I had all kinds of alien dreams. Some were weird. Some were terrifying. Some straddled several different tones.
I dreamt I was on a shuttle that was headed to a space station I knew had Xenomorphs on it. I couldn’t get the crew to believe me. I used a computer to hack into the station so I could see the aliens on the internal cameras. Sure enough, they were everywhere. Also, each was a color of the rainbow, and very bright. It sort of took the tension out of the dream.
A similar dream I was on a ship going to investigate a station not answering calls. It was sort of a tense dream but I never identified why. I remember when the station finally came into view, and there was “Alien Secretion Stuff” all over it. It shocked me awake.
In another kids at my school were disappearing. I discovered that some of the students and teachers were in a cult that worshipped the creatures. And there was a hive located below the school. I remember sneaking into our “Fine Arts” building and finding a hidden marine weapon cash. “Ripley ran out of ammo, I can’t afford to make that mistake” I said as I rigged up two sets of Flamer/Pulse Rifle combos (one slung over each shoulder, so I could dual wield). I remmber strapping on extra pulse rifle clips and sticking 3 extra strappy grenade vest thingies in a back pack. “I’ve got this”. I remember that when I walked back out into the school the cultists wouldn’t dare challenge me. I entered the hive and slew and slew and slew. It was video game like.
In another, an alien was chasing me in our school. I remember that I couldn’t ever find a door out, and that the school was very maze like. Somehow I managed to get out a window and as I was fleeing into the woods I started to feel a strange pull as if I was being sucked back into the school. I used to do this in scary dreams, and it would keep me from getting away from stuff. I remember looking back as I fought the pull and seeing an Alien crawling out the window. I was so terrified I broke the pull and got away and I never had this issue in a dream ever again.
In another dream I as at a party at a friends when a huge spaceship landed, and they started pouring out of it. A friend of mine and I escaped. And it turned out he wasn’t a synth but he was immune to alien acid and super strong. What followed was a video game like experience where we would secure supplies or free people from cocoons and I had to divvy up supplies between hideouts and decide the best place to deploy my friend. We would establish a new hideout and then an older one would get overrun and I would have to rush to get the people rescued before they got face-hugged. It was sort of crazy.
There were more. Aliens in pools. In forests. In buildings. Chasing, stalking. Sometimes I could fight back. I drove loader like vehicles. I had a dream where I flew some sort of craft, doing bombing runs on alien hordes.
Alien 3 wound up a partial letdown. But I think part of it might have been my own feverish expectations, hatched by a subconscious doing it’s own thing and not consulting me in the least. By the time that movie came out I was desperate to see it.