Mysteries of the Universe #1701
Skribe and I both dreamed Star Trek last night. In full glorious 60s technicolour. We do not know why.
We've both been busy, it's true. Real life and deadlines have been chewing up processing time in our heads such that when we do unwind it's by distracting ourselves with DVD serials - he's been compulsively working his way through 24 and I've been absorbed by The Last Exile. In fact, I can't get that damned opening theme out of my head. It's like Nine In Nails gone philosophical, with bagpipes. And a seriously rocking video clip.
So where did the freaky Star Trek dreams come from? Why on earth did we both dream Star Trek (and old Star Trek at that) on the same freaking night? Mind you, they would have both made fairly decent, if very 60s, old ST episodes, but that's completely beside the point.
The point is that it was a bloody odd coincidence, the sort of odd coincidence that starts you questioning the unlikeliness of it being a coincidence at all, and wondering if there really is a pattern to all events - however difficult to discern. And if there is, what the hell two people dreaming about stories set in a (sometimes thought-provoking, sometimes hokey 60s) SF TV show could possibly mean.
If there is any meaning to this universe, it's a damnably stupid one.
PS: And when in doubt, blame the cat.
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I feel that it is important to point out at this time that neither of us are exactly big fans of the show - although we did happen to watch some of the episodes a month or two back. Could it have taken this long for our subconsciouses to process them? Or was ST merely a handy metaphor for our recent experiences and it was just a happy coincidence that we each chose to use the imagery of ST to deal with them? Personally, I think last night the sun came out. I think the sun came out and sang to us. Okay, maybe not the right quote but at least it coveys the idea of alien abduction without actually stating it. To be honest alien abduction seems much more likely. It also gives us an excuse for all our social and psychological problems and it's much better than admitting that we each, for unknown reason, dreamt about ST last night. Now, that's really weird.
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