tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
It was the beginning of a science fiction movie, the camera view floating above the earth in orbit and approaching a very alien looking ship, all smooth curves and a large hole in the middle. Over the edge of that hole was crawling a very chattery sort of quasi-robot alien that was going to go down and spy on the planet. He jumped off the edge and headed down towards where gravity soon pulled him faster and faster through the atmosphere.

Now it was like there were two people instead, a man and a woman, and the guy was the leader and also me. We both used some kind of braking mechanism to slow our descent, but still hit the ground so hard it shook badly. We were now inside a building (that I don't remember having crashed through), and the damage from the shock was so great that it started cracking up the walls and breaking, daylight visible outside.

It was imperative to leave before anyone came to investigate, but outside it was obvious that there was a lot of confusion due to other buildings also suffering damage. Nobody seemed to take much noticed of the visitors who looked human enough, if maybe our clothing was a little oddly cut.

Later on, there were now three people in this group as if it had always been three, the third being a robot that had a skin-covering to make it look human, like an android. Now I was the girl, and we were standing beside a large cliff looking up it at a research center built at the top. To the left, the cliff had been hollowed out some by what must have been a huge impact that was still glowing red, like a meteorite had landed there not too long ago. Now the plot was trying to imply that the huge impact from earlier had happened there instead.

There was some kind of water system or dam above the impact zone, and it released water that rushed down into the hollow area. I was thinking that it looked like an awful lot of water, and backed up. The water hit the hot rocks and completely evaporated into steam. The robot guy and the man were busy trying to figure out whatever the heck we were there to figure out, and I stayed back even though the more obvious danger was over and there was no more water.

As they were deciding they should find a way up to the research center, there was another deluge of water and this time the rocks were cool enough that some splashed across the area where the other two were still standing. The robot seemed to find this most disagreeable, while I was giggling because it wasn't like they didn't have enough warning to get back to where I had stayed nice and dry. At least the robot guy's sensitive electrical workings were protected by his fake skin.

The scene shifted to possibly inside the research center, the plot wasn't very clear on that. I was now the guy in charge, and wearing a Star Fleet uniform in the style of the old show. It would seem the show was now reality for this dream though, as Captain Kirk was talking to me and making sure we were legitimate researchers on the planet. We weren't, but we were faking it. Spock was there, and as we were leaving the room, I saw him press something into a round vase he was holding and then give it to one of my allies who didn't notice anything wrong.

In the next room where we were alone and moving on elsewhere, I stopped and pointed to the vase, saying, "He bugged it." My associate nodded and either located the bug to destroy it or just left the vase in that room as we continued on. I'm not entirely sure, as I was thinking that perhaps it wasn't smart to have said that out loud, but then realized they probably weren't monitoring the frequency until after they got back to the ship. Either way, we were heading for a safer area where we could properly go on with our plans... whatever they were.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I don't remember most of this anymore, but it seems like the first version of the dream made more sense, but then repeated while making less sense. I only vaguely remember something about Captain Picard being on another ship while I, as Geordi La Forge, was pretty much alone on the Enterprise. Whatever we did in that first version of the dream was a huge risk, and it worked out just in the nick of time.

On the repeat though, I was on the Enterprise alone again and I knew the captain and the rest of the away team would be beaming over shortly. It seems like there was something wrong with the ship itself, things were dark with not much lighting and there might have been some sparking conduits. There was a Klingon ship nearby, I guess we were fighting it. I set the transporters to beam me over to the Klingon ship before the away team got back, which was something the captain wouldn't have let me do if he had a choice. Too dangerous. (Like heck I remember where the away team actually was in the first place.)

I made it to the transport pad in time and was beamed over to the enemy ship. It was fairly dark here as well, and I beamed into a corner of a larger room. I realized there was a Klingon child nearby, and was worried he'd sound some kind of alarm. I think I told him that I was supposed to be there, that everything was going just fine like it should, and he bought the story. I didn't waste any time in case he changed his mind, but what amazing feat of espionage did I engage in?

I walked into a closet and shut it behind me. Some leap of intuition told me that there would be a secret door inside the closet... because the main closet door could lock on the inside. I found the secret panel and went through it, and ended up in a dream-logic-fail sequence of trying to find my way through passageways that really didn't make much sense for a ship. It was more like plywood and cardboard walls.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
I thought I woke up from a previous dream, and hadn't opened my eyes. It only took me a moment to realize someone was sleeping with me, and I was very tangled up with them. It seemed to be a guy, in a rather unfamiliar build, kinda in-shape if not completely on the slender end. The background from the dream was merging with what would be reality for me if I had woken up, and some part of my brain wondered if someone from the dream-life had gotten drunk and crawled into bed with me, and I just hadn't registered that there was anything particularly wrong with it. Until now.

I was also realizing at this point, that it was a dream. And I was kinda thinking I didn't want to wake up from it. I had enough of a vague idea of "life" in the dream to know things were vastly different from real life, and some the positive things from real life weren't managing to register in the dream. Meanwhile, my bed partner woke up and it turned out to be none other than Geordi La Forge. I'm not kidding. I have no idea why my subconscious picked this particular individual, but there he was, and apparently he was my boyfriend. He said good morning to me and started getting up and dressed like this was perfectly normal. Meanwhile I knew it was a dream, and yet I also half-knew that the background for this dream was a fairytale life sort of thing. My room was definitely not my real-life room, I knew I was rich and that my family was rich, and I was dating somebody from the starship Enterprise. (Logic? Who needs logic. Yeah this was a modern day setting, minus the blind guy with the visor that lets him see.)

I forget exactly what I said but I did tell him I was dreaming, and that I was afraid I was going to wake up. I didn't want him to leave, fearing that I wouldn't make it through the day to see him again, and he was such a nice guy. But in this dream he had a life and a job and needed to get on with it, and seemed very confident and positive that I would make it to the end of the day to see him again. I was still in bed and he started poking around me in the sheets trying to find something he'd lost, and finally did find it. It was his communicator, which he started talking into as if it were a cell phone (not the just "stick it to your shirt and talk" version). He was checking in with the ship or something, then said goodbye to me and left. He didn't beam up or anything, he just walked out the door.

So there I was still in bed. Being as I usually have trouble (more trouble than this) holding onto a dream once I become lucid, I had a feeling that getting out of bed would lose the dream. I did actually manage to get out of bed and dressed in a nice party dress; I think I actually looked a bit different in the dream, blonde curly hair in ringlets sorta and girly-pretty. I decided to leave my room and try to see what the rest of this fairy-tale life was like, and all I'm going to say here because of who was there was that it was like my subconscious was trying to redefine a broken past and make everything different and very much better. That those people were in the dream at all sucked though, wish my subconscious had substituted in some other fictional characters. I started to lose track of the fact that it was a dream, and eventually...

...I woke up. Without seeing Geordi again. Aww.

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Description:
There's a land somewhere deep in Tirsden's subconscious where chaos holds sway and pigs fly.

Strengths:
Often vivid and exciting, like a script yet to be written.

Weaknesses:
Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

Weapons:
Dream logic.

Special Moments:
Being Riddick and kicking ass. Being "Bea" from Kill Bill and kicking ass. Being Indiana Jones and kicking ass. Generally... kicking ass!