I dream in fanfiction and fear

[trinityvixen]

I had two dreams that I remember. The first was something like a sequel or follow-up to the J.J. Abrams Star Trek movie. The people of Earth, being generous and welcoming, offered to let the Vulcans move to Earth since they had no planet.

This led to Vulcans conquering the British Isles. (Say that a few times to yourself. It sounds like lunacy, doesn't it?) I watched from a point of view looking down on the Earth from space as a dark color started to spread over the British Isles (a dark color with twinkly stars in it for whatever reason). Then I heard some commentary on this, probably from equally stupefied people forced to live through my subconscious imaginings, "Gee, if they can't even defend Britain from the Vulcans, what are they going to do against the Borg?"

My hand to God, that's how it played out.

The second dream was less interesting, more stress-related, I think. I dreamed that I'd somehow ended up behind the scenes at the New York Aquarium. I was there with my current physiology teacher, and he was handing out duty assignments for that volunteer job I couldn't afford to take. This led to me trying to figure out how to tell him that I hadn't been able to take this job and that I shouldn't actually have been there without him consequently holding it against me, grading-wise, in class.

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[saikogrrl.livejournal.com]

I had a weird dream that started out as a con thing like Locke lamora, then morphed into a teen drama type thing with a friend who died motorcycling around the great ocean road and accidentally fell off the cliff. It was so detailed and orignal in parts, sometimes my subconscious surprises even me.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I just don't get where these things come from, you know? I think I might have looked at the cover of a magazine with Star Trek on the cover. I had class yesterday. That's about it. What's up with that, subconscious?