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    1. Star Trek Post-It Novel

      by , 01-14-2015 at 07:14 AM
      Morning of January 14, 2015. Wednesday.



      My dream involves a “Star Trek” novel, printed by hand in ink on Post-it notes. The notes are in a large pile, mostly in order at first. About three-quarters of the way through, the pages seem out of order and the last section seems flipped around.

      The story comes to life, both on a television in an unknown room I am in and sometimes with me at the scene of the story as an interactive “movie” for shorter periods. I see a small poster or page from an unknown magazine of a young William Shatner which reads “Trek Star”. At first, the letters in the title seem ambiguous or intentionally displaying different words (probably “Tek War” a series of science-fiction novels created by William Shatner, ghost-written by Ron Goulart). Also, it seems like the story is supposed to be “disguised” so that people will not realize at first that it is a “Star Trek” story, though the “Trek Star” title is a rather obvious clue that it is. I see Christopher Lloyd as a Klingon at one point. I hear the name “Kirk” (though not “captain”) fairly often as if that is supposed to be another clue before it is more clearly a “Star Trek” story.

      One scene where I seem to actually be present relates to an event where Kirk is on a planet and has dealings with a few Freakies (from Freakies Cereal) who are trying to help him in what seems like a possible court martial, though it looks like a normal courtroom at one point. Kirk mentions how the Freakies were not members of his crew though they seem to think they are honorary members, which is why they want to help him. The story is not that clear. It may be that the Klingons have invaded the Freakies home world.

      It eventually becomes tedious to read each paragraph on each separate Post-it note (though reading in dreams is often difficult, as the writing typically changes when looking back at it). I am not sure where the stack of Post-it notes came from. When I get three-quarters in as mentioned earlier, some of the pages are also either blank or very slightly reflective bronze-colored on one side. I start to look through the rest of them but my dream loses cohesion at this point. I do carefully flip each page over onto the ones in the pile already read, which remains on the floor for the most part, though I sometimes pick it up. The remaining pages are in my left hand.


      Updated 01-30-2018 at 05:58 AM by 1390

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    2. Severe lack of patience with a “Star Trek” scenario

      by , 10-14-2013 at 02:58 PM
      Morning of October 14, 2013. Monday.



      I am in a “Star Trek” (next generation era) scenario, on a colonized planet in a distant star system that produces products and materials for day to day living, it seems. There is a shorter highly overweight woman who is in charge of everything, but not in an aggressive way at all; in fact, quite matter-of-fact, friendly to some extent at times, and assertive (but who also cares nothing about Starfleet regulations or continuous infringements of human life). The setting seems to be some sort of odd composite of a sister’s house in Wisconsin and the middle school I went to (DMS) in Florida as well as at least two other generic areas from outside a real-life courthouse and factory I worked at in real life. People are in rows of more open (more shallow than many I have seen in real life) cubicles and alcoves. They are working on futuristic computers as well as what seems to be smaller products and such.

      I am there to make a few arrests regarding some sort of withholding of resources and credits (on a regular basis) from particular people in their work with the “salami technique”. Credit amounts and certain resources have been stolen from certain random people over a longer time period so that, if that had not happened, the victims would quite possibly be in very large, exquisite homes or in a much higher position in Starfleet. It does not seem like that much of an issue with the people on the planet, though, which gets me more and more annoyed.

      “It’s a human rights violation,” I explain (as well as it being an obvious illegal act in general), but these people in the “Star Trek universe” do not seem at all concerned with human rights as if the term means nothing. They (even the ones being victimized) smile about it all in a near-“so what”, near-paradisaical mentality. I know there must be some sort of law in the “Star Trek Universe” (in my dream) but it seems futile to try to pursue investigation, as people continue what they are doing even though some things must stop here and there to see certain connections and digital documents. They create the impression of slaves marching happily over a cliff and even smiling as they fall. This may, in a subtle way, be something to do with the ridiculous level of overly passive diplomacy with potentially deadly aliens as seen on some “Star Trek” episodes, something I had never given much conscious thought to, as it is only a fantasy, but I have still been a fan most of my life.

      If I do not pursue my work, the conspiracy will continue indefinitely, although the victims (as well as all the planet’s people in authority) do not even seem to care.

      I place one person under arrest and he stands to the side cheerfully and arrange to arrest a few others. The female manager/supervisor of this factory (the overweight woman) tells people to just continue what they are doing. Finally, I am so annoyed that I tell the woman that she is under arrest as well as the conspirators, but she does not seem concerned. I tell her that she will be incarcerated at the nearest Starbase brig for at least two weeks. I go outside and wait for my team, including members from other space shuttles and ships, all of them seemingly in their twenties. Six of them materialize in front of my eyes (as on the actual “Star Trek” show), followed by a few more with weapons drawn.

      Three of them go into the main area of the factory where the boss is still standing. One of them speaks in a loud, authoritative voice but it drops off in hesitation, “We are taking you into custody under Starfleet authority and taking you to…ummm…” (forgetting the name of the location - then seeming to wait for someone to remind him) and then everyone starts laughing as if it is all a joke (or like an actor forgetting his lines). In the back of my mind, being semi-lucid, I have this feeling that it is all pretend, anyway, but am still annoyed. It is like everyone has no focus or comprehension of matters at hand.

      With my weapon, I vaporize many people in the area (the non-complying supervisor first, followed by all of my own absent-minded and useless “fresh out of Starfleet Academy” team members). This is another entry into the more recent recurring “shoot everything that annoys me” dream theme.

      I beam to my Danube-class runabout and it has a weapon of virtually unlimited power, which I do not really question the nature of. I use it to disintegrate the entire factory, followed by the entire region, with only minor thoughts of the victims of the original conspiracy all dying this way (a bit ironic, I suppose). I fly out a bit farther and then wipe out the entire planet into a large dust cloud, with only a few grains of dirt left floating about in space. I am not totally sure what I will be doing next, but will probably be reporting back to Starfleet for a failed mission…
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    3. Nichelle in a Small Rocket

      by , 03-08-1997 at 09:08 AM
      Morning of March 8, 1997. Saturday.



      I had a dream about Nichelle Nichols (Uhura of “Star Trek”). My dream was extraordinarily vivid.

      She remains (as her Uhura character) in a small powerful rocket moving above Earth. It seems that Doctor McCoy is the one that put her in the rocket as an experiment, though for an unknown purpose. She bounces around in the interior of the rocket without getting injured. It seems as if I am present, though incorporeal. It does not seem to be part of a movie as in similar dreams, but is implied as a “real” event.

      An association relates to her appearance in Star Trek V, which had a surreal moon induction scene and featured a “cat dancer” in another scene. Another connection relates to a vivid dream from 1966 which was influenced by the somewhat anthropomorphic cat dancing as in “Gay Purr-ee”. Additionally, a similar essence was in “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”, an “Outer Limits” episode which starred William Shatner (also of “Star Trek”). See the composite image for how similar the essence of these images are, which my nonconscious correlated over many years (or I would never have consciously made the personally eerie connections).



      In addition to the typical vestibular system correlation, there is also the factor of rolling around in sleep.



      I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.


      Updated 07-04-2018 at 04:39 PM by 1390

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