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I had a very paranoid dream kind of like Invasion of the Body Snatchers but set in space with most of the DS9 cast. I wound up killing a disturbing number of pod-people, culminating in the death of Sisko. It was very intense and I woke up shaking.
I have since turned adapted the story to be the third episode of the pilot trilogy of my over-ambitious non-trek sci-fi show (which no one here cares about, but for which I still feel the need to shameless plug).
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The only Star Trek dream I ever had was one where Neelix was like "I cook a mean Seven of Nine" and then 7 of 9 came out of a pot and started rampaging around the ship. I woke up confused...
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I had a dream where I put my cats to work at a fast-food resteraunt 'cuz I wanted them to pay for their own litter and food. Then I realize they pay me in love, and purs, and the occasional scratches, and I never had that icky-wicky dream again.
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Actually, I think the big gun was probably a result of either:
Too much X-Men (Cable's guns) or Too much playing DOOM (The BFG).
I've never dreamt about "real" guns.
Though I did have a dream in which two kids destroyed the moon by pointing some kind of odd telescope at it and pulling it to Earth (it crashed in the Pacific, but clearly wan't as bad as it should have been.)
The resulting cataclysm floods most of the world, and I'm down at the docks on the last habitable land watching the last ship with a load of refugees and oil sail in. The code word that says that this will be the last ship is "Kevin Costner's dead," even though Kevin Costner was there in front of me.
Then all of a sudden I'm on the phone with some mysterious alien visitor (all anybody knows is that they arrived in this giant silver saucer the size of Connecticut) who's telling me that they'll save the world, if I'm willing to take on the 'planet debt.' I agree.
The next thing I know, I'm standing on tiptoes on the edge of a cliff... the houses I can see far off below in the distance are the size of dots. An old man in robes with long grey hair and beard is holding me, with one finger, by the back belt loop of my jeans, semi-dangling ne over the edge. He asks me if I'm still willing to pay the debt, which apparently involves being dropped from this great height. I say yes.
He pulls me back from the edge, says that the human race might be worth the trouble of saving it after all, and brings me inside where a bunch of people I don't know are having a party with cake loaded with icing.
Then I woke up.
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A few years back, I had a dream about the Borg. It was like I was stuck in Star Trek: First Contact, maybe I saw the movie before bed. Anyway, I was running down a corridor with my friends from my Trek club and firing at the Borg with the phaser rifles and phasers. Then my friend Nikki removes her uniform and takes out a surface to air missle launcher from the cleveage that her thong bikini and fires at the Borg. Then I woke up soaking wet.
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That could be part of the problem, Nim. I've been acknowledging mine on a pretty regular basis, these days.
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