I dream that I’m hiking, I look up and in the perfect blue sky I see two flying saucers. I take out my phone to take a picture and zoom in, I can see inside the transparent dome of the saucers there are giant clawed hands, one each. In between them there’s a man flying, I recognize him as a Star Trek villain. I go onboard the Enterprise to warn everybody and I learn the evil guy was Captain Kirk’s former lover. There are a bunch of Tala Ashe clones on board and they keep losing their heads, one way or another, they’re getting beheaded.
Tag: Star Trek
I’m Also Stingy In Real Life
I dream that I’m giving English lessons to a young Russian mobster. He arrives late, but he seems quite invested in my teachings. I start with the alphabet, then go into a short story about a summer camp murder. He wants to keep reading but Kira Nerys plants her hands on the table and says time is up.
Then I dream that my brother sends me a link to a Sims CAS mod that will apparently improve my experience drastically. The site is subscription based and I balk when I see it’s 11 pounds a month. How much is that in regular money?! I have no idea but I’m sure it’s too much. The mod looks so nice though… I cave in and I’m filling the subscription form when my alarm rings.
Riker Does Sound Like A Good Cook
I dream that my Gran is hospitalized in a clinic somewhere in a far away city, I move in a building close by so I won’t leave her alone, but I can never visit her and can only call her at night. My siblings arrive and we have a huge fight because they think I’m awful. I ask why, they say it’s because I don’t care about Gran. Of course I care, I say, I moved all the way here! No you didn’t, they say, you just dreamed about doing it. And indeed we are back home.
We sit down to have dinner and someone knocks at the door. It’s Johnathan Frakes, who’s our neighbor. He’s wearing an apron and oven mittens and carrying some sort of casserole he made for us. I go look in our childhood album for photos of him and Marina Sirtis and give them to him as thanks.
I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together
I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.
I Try To Write Down My Dreams While I’m Dreaming, Sometimes It Even Works
I dream that my brother’s voice is changing as he’s hitting puberty and I’m sad because I love his childish voice (I tried to recall it when I woke up but he’s 30 and I must have forgotten so long ago).
Then I dream some starships and Michael Burnham. And there’s this other long, very detailed dream that I went over again and again while I was half awake, but the moment I opened my eyes, it was gone.
Let Them Kiss
I dream that there’s another country just one short sea trip from us. One day I take a boat and go visit, they speak the same language. There’s a big beehive and I’m not sure what to do about it.
(Other snippets include Owo and Detmer from Star Trek almost falling in love, and a young director that, when asked, says he’s called Neri Marcorè.)
Creepy Toddlers Also Happen To Be A Specific Workplace Anxiety
I dream that I’m yelling at my sister in the living room. I look down and there’s a small toddler sitting on the table, looking at us with interest. She’s very thin and has a full head of brown hair. Her face looks serious, older than her age.
I’m told that she belongs to our neighbors’, so I pick her up and carry her to their window. They all look incredibly relieved to see her. As we talk, more and more toddlers start to appear. I realize that they are all adults being shrunken down and we’re in a Star Trek episode.
I dream that I’m at the store and there is a long line of customers standing all together. I yell that they need to social distance, they ignore me. The customer I’m serving passes me his credit card, but the reader has turned into a videogame and I don’t know how to reset it. The customer grows impatient and leaves in a huff. My cousin is so angry at me because I’m an incompetent loser.
On my way home I stop at a stationary store, I want to buy a bright yellow umbrella I saw from the window, but the guy inside says,
I’d love to give you the umbrella, bus someone else just bought it.
I’m now a Victorian girl and the umbrella I wanted was actually a book, The Count of Monte Cristo. I arrive at my cottage feeling dejected, then surprised and elated when I see someone has bought the book for me! I gather my siblings and read out aloud to them, they dissolve in giggles and “Well I never!”s
Some Good Advice
I have a vague memory of meeting Captain Janeway. She tells me that, when playing Pokémon, most people just rely on brute force instead of strategy. I am definitely guilty of that, but I don’t say it out loud.
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