Woke at 5:30 a.m. again, but it’s not a big deal since I was ahead of the game when it comes to morning chores. After my shower I hit the couch, spent time with Lilah and Marbles while waiting to sleep ’til it was time to get ready for work. I think I reached a hypnic state which caused minor panic. Staring at the back window, which Pete uses to come in and out, I thought I heard laughter and someone had come into the house. My thoughts were panicky but I was able to remain calm until I fell asleep.
When I woke in the dream, I was aboard a United Federation of Planets starship from the TNG era. Everything was beige and felt like a hotel from the early 1990s. People walking around in their color-coded, lycra jump suits. I found myself in a long, narrow room which I dubbed “the nacelle” where I was being addressed by someone in a red uniform. The ship is rocked, the air turned hazy like a TV dream effect, then the Starfleet uniforms had changed. Rather than being mostly black with the color on the chest, the uniforms were like a romper with a dress. A black line similar to an upside-down Atari logo of a single stripe went from the shoulders down the middle. I told myself, “Oh, this is a Ferengi uniform for a human who’s part of the Ferengi fleet.” The ship had changed as well, but not substantially. Everything was still muted 1970s tans and browns with a 90’s sensibility and design. Another hit, another shift, and the room was no longer rounded but angled. As if I was in a building rather than a starship. Everyone’s uniforms were a mix of the Ferengi and the Federation uniforms, and a particularly tall Ferengi regarded me as I lay upon the floor. They didn’t offer to help me up, they just stared, put their hands on either side of their face, moving them together towards the nose, and smooshing the skin with their palms. The skin turned out to be makeup, revealing someone who appeared to be a hybrid between Robin from Stranger Things Season 3 and Leah’s best friend’s daughter Hope. I realized that I was in a hotel, the room was an old attic room from the 1930s with plaster and concrete walls painted shit brown. I got up, followed her as she went downstairs to the lobby but she was far ahead of me. Behind me some confused but legit Starfleet officers were trying to figure out their circumstances.
About that time I realized it’d make for a wild Star Trek episode where some ship’s crew goes completely meta. Rather than shifting into the Mirror-Mirror universe, they shifted into the real universe to be confronted by their cringey, but well-meaning, fanbase and not being taken seriously.