I'm still alive...

I've got a cold, but it is gradually getting better or migrating to less noticeable parts of my respiratory system *glares suspiciously at her lungs*. Anycase, I had a very strange very fun dream last night, and my roommate had to go to class so here is as good a place to type it up as any.
Part I (not sure if it was an episode within the dream proper or a book that I dreamed I was reading because I'm pretty sure I remember dreaming I was in a bookstore or library and picking up a rather hefty blue black paperback with a rather pretty cover) Unfortunately I don't remember much of this part, just that the main character was either chasing or being chased by a unicorn and the main character was a guy I didn't know in the dream or in life.
Part II Enter the aliens. (perhaps this is my minds way of saying it is fiction deprived...) Any case, ummm... they looked like the stereotypical alien... less bulbous eyes, more human proportions, but their faces had odd lumps and their skin came in a variety of very inhuman colors - including a rather nice shade of blue. And for some reason they didn't feel fear or anger, whatever mechanisms kick in for flight or fight still kicked in, but they didn't feel the normally accompanying emotions. It was darkly hinted in the dream that this had been changed deliberately in preparation for a particular war. In typical science fiction fashion this was, of course, an attempt to invade earth. This attempt was successful. And for some reason I was in Great Britain and had dinner in this small run down kitchen. It was good food, and I ate alone, although I had previously eaten there with a group. Oh, and I'm pretty sure there was tea involved. In fact, I shall be very dissappointed with my subconscious if there wasn't.
Part III (less connected, but more detailed) We were looking for something, trying to either find someone or find out something about the aliens. And Ziggy was hiding in the bottom of this barrel of rubbish in an attempt to meet one of these goals and I was trying to find Ziggy because he'd dissappeared, and he didn't realize it was me for a while. So I found Ziggy, but I don't think I hid in the barrel of rubbish. Anycase, then there was a decent sized group of us, I don't remember exactly who, but I'm fairly sure I knew all of them. And we were standing in a circle around this one girl because she needed a haircut and for some reason this was the only "safe" way to do so (maybe the aliens had a policy against haircuts, I don't know). So I suggested relocating to inside the garage at my house. (and I realize this sounds very minor, but in the dream it was incredibly significant, I just can't explain exactly why) the button for the electric garage door opener was replaced with what looked like the blades of a closed pair of scissors on one side, and, of course, the other side didn't work. So I pushed one of the blades and it went in just like a button, and we went into the garage and cut her hair.
And then I had to wake up. but it was a fun dream.