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Still sick. Blergh. But the cause of much entertainment when I went back to bed for a couple hours after emailing Office of Doom. (Not thinking about what my desk will look like Monday after two days out at end-of-month. Nopenopenopenope.)

It's not every day that I dream a completely illogical disaster movie. So, I'm dozing by the pool in some sort of fancy apartment or condo community in which I apparently live. I glance up at the sky, to see a satellite plummeting straight down maybe a quarter of a mile away. (Taking no notice of the fact that it is (a) not burning up on re-entry, and (b) did I mention STRAIGHT down? This apparently made perfect sense in the dream, as it didn't occur to me until I had woken up.) It's actually very pretty, outlined in perfect crystal clarity against a clear blue sky. I think, "Wow, how cool. How often do you get to see that?"

Then I notice that it has about two dozen friends, all across the sky, all sizes and descriptions. Including a shuttle, probably a mile off. Every piece of hardware we have in orbit is falling straight down.

This, obviously, is not so cool. So I gather up the cat (no, I have no idea why he's at the pool with me; he was probably demanding something from brainiacfive IRL) and head for havocthecat and dracian's condo, which is a couple blocks closer to the pool than my own. About halfway there, the space vehicles have finished plummeting, and now I can see half a dozen aircraft doing the same. Except they're retaining some forward momentum, as evidenced by the small plane I have to duck as I scurry down the street. Brief thoughts of checking on the pilot are overridden by really not wanting to be out in the open. Especially with Diablo (although frankly, if I let him down he'd probably find himself better shelter, geriatric or not).

I duck into Havoc's place and try to help them gather emergency stuff to evacuate...somewhere...while trying to reassure my freaking cat and their terrified kidlet. At some point in the chaos, it's no longer their place and never has been. (My dreams retcon themselves in midstream like that a lot.) It's my brother's place, and he's just arrived from the airport with my parents. (So watch the skies this evening!) The evacation prep keeps the same momentum, and at some point I realize that we have to go to my condo, because Mom's first Sheltie (who apparently didn't die a couple years ago in the dream, just came to live with us) is there and we have to get him out.

On the way there we run into some kind of armored vehicle that's more than a troop carrier but less than a tank. Chief Tyrol and some random Galactica marines climb out of it in full (Earth) combat gear and start telling random passersby that they're drafted. In light of that, we don't stick around to ask them what's going on, instead hurrying off toward my building, which appears as we approach to have had a plane land on it. There's also another group of TV military types nearby, a mix of Stargate and Galactica people, with someone (possibly Col. Caldwell?) ordering Janet Fraiser back to base because they need her to run the field hospital.

There's some more chaos after that, but I lost the thread. *shakes head*

Sick-day dreams win at weird. O_o



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Apr. 27th, 2007 11:26 am (UTC)
Wow. That's...wow.

Pitch it to sci-fi channel? they'll buy anything... :P
Apr. 27th, 2007 02:49 pm (UTC)
Yeah, but they'd cut corners on the CGI and it wouldn't be as pretty.

I actually woke up trying to rationalize that they something completely negated their orbital momentum, and fed the energy into some sort of forcefield to keep them from burning up. Thus proving that I'm an incorrigible geek even when half-awake. :-}
Apr. 27th, 2007 11:33 am (UTC)
I posted a link to a cartoon this morning that appears to be based on your dream.


The big question: are you psychic or is the cartoonist psychic and how did you defeat the tyrannosaurs?
Apr. 27th, 2007 02:46 pm (UTC)
Hee! See, that's the Galactica and Stargate folks were doing there. They were after the tyrannosaurs. :-D
Apr. 27th, 2007 02:13 pm (UTC)
Yep, about the only way to get a dream weirder than that is to fall asleep reading something by Douglas Adams or Terry Pratchett when sick.
Apr. 27th, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)
Yeah, that would do it. Although in that case it might have had better internal consistency. ;-D
Apr. 27th, 2007 07:56 pm (UTC)
VERY fun...and they're right. Sci-Fi would do a nifty/dorky movie-of-the-week where for some reason some kind of natural shift or alien interference caused complete orbital decay in a drop-out-of-the-sky and lift failure within the atmosphere. And the effects wouldn't have to be brilliant, just suggestive...and, of course, if all orbital capacity were to vanish, the moon would be a concern...
Apr. 27th, 2007 08:53 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I can see it. Still wouldn't be as pretty, tho.

Happy birthday!!
Apr. 27th, 2007 09:02 pm (UTC)
You're totally right that it wouldn't be as pretty. Course, while I enjoy Teh Pretty, I also am more interested in the idea and am fascinated by the technobabble that could be created to "explain" these phenomena. *grin*

And thank you!
Apr. 27th, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Ah, but you didn't see the pretty in my head. *g*
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