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It becomes apparent that I have been watching too much Battlestar Galactica, I start having a lot of dreams with cylons. I also miss a very obvious cue that I am dreaming.

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I was a part of a fleet, very reminiscent of the one from the show, but distinctly different. It had split, and half of us had set down upon a planet to await further instructions. All the higher-ups were with the other group, so I suddenly found myself with more power and responsibilities than I had ever had before. We expected no resistance here, so most of us took the downtime as a sort of shore leave. We could finally breathe fresh air and stretch our legs. The atmosphere was breathable, and the forested landscape was very reminiscent of Earth.

We had a few large carrier ships here along with a number of smaller vessels. All were fitted out with a number of detachable, five-man pods, which could be easily moved or picked up by our multitude of small ferry ships. They were our emergency escape option if we did not have enough time to get the larger ships into the air. We would shuttle the pods into orbit and hope for recovery.

I was stationed in one of the smaller ships that was mainly populated by political workers; secretaries, advisers and the like. We all got along quite well, which was fortunate given how little space we had to share.

I was outside enjoying the warm daylight air. The youngest of our group approached, an energetic male in his late-twenties. He made a comment in regards to our continued survival. He was wondering just how long we could expect to live. The rest of us shared a knowing look and laughed.
"I have cancer," I told him. I was not upset by it.
"So you're dying?" he asked. The question took me aback.
"Well yes, I suppose so."

I wandered around the metal landing brace that we had been gathered around. The air was fresh and plants flourished on this planet. My older friend turned to face me as I approached. He had dark, curly hair and a lazy eye, but he was a very perceptive man.
"Have you been having any dreams?" he asked.
"I have, actually. They're pretty good." I shrugged. Any significance had been lost on me.

Nice one.

We were back on the ship, in a small area under the open air. It was certainly not a section of the ship that could be utilised during space-flight. Our young friend came into the room.
"Doesn't it drive you mad sometimes, that any of us could be a cylon and not even realise it?" he asked, exasperated. My friend with the lazy eye addressed his concerns.
"Whenever I start having those thoughts, I sit down for a while and use this, and it reminds me of what I am." He held up a fist-sized ball covered in a multitude of small, coloured dots. As he rolled it around in his hands with grace and skill, the spectral patterns would seem to move around the ball, following his guidance. It was a remarkable sight.
"But doesn't that just mean you are more likely to be a cylon?" the young man joked, marvelling at the creation.
"The orb is covered in floating, magnetic beads," replied my friend.
"Oh," another chimed in. "I always found that thing fascinating."

I was outside again, enjoying a quiet evening stroll. That's when the attack began. Fighters came in out of nowhere and began shooting up the ships. We were caught unawares, and the larger carriers would take some time to warm up for flight. I saw a couple of shuttles begin ferrying pods up into the atmosphere, but not nearly enough. I was too far from the ship at this point to run back, but there was a group of parked cars situated not too far away. I felt as though our best chance at survival was to scatter and pray that the rest of the fleet would return before it was too late. Some of the vacant pods began to explode on the undersides of the ships. We only had a limited supply, and even with all of them it wouldn't be enough.

A utility screeched past with my friend at the wheel and an empty pod in his tray. He didn't stop for me, but I took his cue. I dashed over to a nearby 4x4, selecting one with enough boot space in case I was able to get a pod myself. Fortunately, it was unlocked. I hopped in, hoping that I would remember how to drive in a punch, and dropping the sun visor. Keys fell onto the ground. In relief, I picked them up and hurriedly turned on the engine. The car growled to life and I took to the road, following another survivor in similar style.

Hundreds of survivors had fled on foot, running out into the parklands. Cylon ground troops had landed in force, and were pursuing them into the forest. I attempted to navigate the chaos, but the roads were impractical and the cylons were wreaking havoc. I saw a pair I had seen many times before. Wherever they were deployed, they never shot a human, but would take the opportunity to 1v1. The would chase each other around instead, and hope their comrades did not discover their little game.

I ignored them and turned my attention to the madness around me. I saw a group of cylons chasing down some civilians. I pulled the car around and paused for a moment. I was surrounded by chaos, and it would be futile to attempt to navigate my way out, even in a vehicle. I gunned the engine, put my car in gear, and chased down the cylons instead.

I was in this grocery store helping my parents shop. There was this beautiful woman there I kept glancing at, hoping she would notice me. It turns out I needed to head back her way to grab some cases of coke. I got the cases and as I headed back to the checkout, I glanced back over my shoulder again at the woman, and she was looking back at me this time as well.

Now the dream changes, the grocery store turns into a library with some different DCs. I'm just walking around a bit, looking at the book titles I walk past and heading over to the table area to have a seat. There are some DCs at the tables, reading books. There was a row of chairs out of place, like someone moved them to block off several isles of books. The chair row went down, and turned to the left to make a dead end. These were all the typical heavy wooden chairs a library usually has. I move 2 chairs at the end of the row to the table I was next to so I could sit down. This librarian woman sees me doing this and comes over to me. She starts giving me an attitude which I didn't like, and asks me "where are you from?" I'm thinking why do I have to tell her where I'm from? What kind of question is that? Although I did tell her what city I live in, I wasn't about to just stand there and be grilled by her. I woke up. Take that, I just ended the dream and your existance!

It didn't take long to fall to sleep again, this time I had a short dream about mowing grass. After I mowed, the neighbor next to me mowed his grass too. Over near the border to our yards, there was some tough grass on my side that didn't get cut even. I guess I still had the mower with me, because I used it on the grass until it came out all nice and even. The only thing was I had to keep changing the angle of approach to get it to cut right. When I was done I lifted the mower up off the ground while it was still running even though doing so was dangerous. The blades were spinning fast, but I just set it back down and shut it off. There was some soft ground next to me that the riding lawnmower tore up into mud and left wheel tracks in. Somehow I remember doing that earlier when cutting the grass, so I must have been using both a riding lawn mower as well as the push mower.

caution sexual dream following
The next dream goes back to the library setting again, this time without the annoying lady. There are some DCs there, and one guy has built a robot. The robot actually looks like an old style cylon from battlestar galactia. This robot is running around the place, acting crazy. Somehow it finds C3PO, rips off his head, and places C3PO's head on top of its own cylon head. So now this robot is running around "pretending" to be C3PO, but he just looks stupid to me. The next thing I know is that the guy who built him has now modified his robot so it could have sex. In other words this is now a "male" robot. The robot seems to want me to find a mate for it, that is when I notice this naked woman setting at one of the library tables. Getting her attention, I'm about to hook her up with this robot, and as I'm talking to her, it seems as though her skin changes to metal, looking bronze. It is at this point I start thinking, what the heck am I doing? I'm not giving her to this crazy robot, I want her for myself. She turns back to a normal woman once I start touching and holding her. The crazy robot runs off. So I'm lucid now and touching her tummy, running my hand all the way down, and then back up to her breasts a few times. Then I start caressing her breasts and sucking on them. She was so nice and seemed to be enjoying it. As I was sucking on her nipple, it started to get longer in my mouth and went down my throat. Although I wasn't choking, I could feel it there as if it were trying to give me a little choking sensation. Although it was unusual, it somehow was arousing to me and I kept doing it. It didn't hinder me from breathing. When I started pulling away from her to get her nipple out of my throat, it came out slowly, being constricted, then broke off after only a few inches. At least I think that is what happened, but her nipple looked like it was ok to me, although overly large at this point. She seemed pleased, smiling at me. This is where I woke up.