This dream synthesized:
- years of lucid practice,
- a progression on gender
-an overdue return to the sci-fi elements common to my dreams.
- some issues that have been turning over in my mind
It occurred in a late morning that followed a night of stress-related insomnia.
I feel proud to have had it.
Dreamer's commentary in red.
Waking in blue
Dream in green.
Battlestar. CnC.
Adama says something about love to the crew. "Love can bring you up; love can bring you down," or something; cliche but nuanced, complicated, contradictory.
To most of the crew anyway.
Starbuck is around, isn't she? I need to talk to her.
Steel-eyed viper jockey with a death wish and all that.
Lucidity starts...
A-shaped halls and desatch'd lighting. I must be dreaming.
...around here?
I think about it. Maybe she's so damn cranky because she's MtF. I mean. Seriously
( And I have proof )
Yes, yes. That makes sense.
That's why she's elated sometimes and cranky others.
"I remember it. It never stops hurting," she'll mutter into a bottle
Plus it's a war and trans medicine is kinda near the bottom of Dr. Cottle's priority list.
Cylons, water shortages, we can handle. Getting vag-blocked, not so much.
( Why the fixation? )
I search. A hallway begins, but ends in mirror.
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But it's in the way. And reflecting everything except me.
There is someone in there.
I might as well fun with it.
I submerge my my face in the quicksilver of the mirror into the big black behind it.
I feel it stretch and ripple over my mouth, and I blow bubbles.
Is there someone in there now?
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There she is. Or maybe she's cissexed. And she's cranky because the series is done. In the past, thank you.
She's a perfectly happy fiction that's had her run, her death, and is now being ressurrected, purposed by some wacky lucid narrator.
"Look, let's make this work"
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We talk. She stonewalls.
"Look: Kara get me information; I'll get you... drugs? You want drugs? Fine."
I leave. I get it. I return. She wants more.
Frazzled, I encounter another crewmember in the hall. She likes that I'm here. I think she knows that I am a stranger here. A smiling rough quickie follows.
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Moving on.
Finding Starbuck again.
She's messed up again. Hurting.
I don't know what I can get her so she'll talk,
to get her to move over to my side of the story.
And once there, open
( Thorough Analysis )