Inspired by Vulcanmarbles’ Supernatural-inspired barricade in the bathroom (now there’s a sentence you don’t come across all that often!) I’ve decided to share the dream I had last night. For those of you who don’t know me all that well: my mind is a strange place. This will be
beautifully weirdly illustrated by the dream which shall be described presently. For those of you who do know me well: What can I say? You know I love to share the madness.
The dream was mainly a Doctor Who / Star Trek crossover, sprinkled with a potpourri of whatever I could think of, apparently. River Song somehow accidentally ended up on Deep Space Nine as a sentient hologram, much like Moriarty in “Elementary, my dear Data” and “Ship in a bottle”. She borrowed the Doctor’s mobile emitter (the EMH Doctor, that is) so she could run around off the holodeck, kicking ass and being her usual BAMF self. Picard was on the Enterprise D, trying to speak to Sisko at DSN to get a situation rapport, but Dukat had taken over the station and wouldn’t let Sisko use a secure channel. (Why this was important I do not know. Dukat was standing right there - a secure channel would hardly help.) Sisko and Dukat then spent some time throwing snarky comments back and forth while Emilé Zola got a suit fitted at Garak’s. (SUDDENLY! on the promenade.) Groucho Marx rode by on a velocipede, followed by Yakko and Wakko Warner on tricycle and unicycle respectively. The Cowardly Lion was discussing something with Worf in the background, both gesturing wildly with arms and legs. Sadly a little subtitle was suspended in mid-air in front of them: [Inaudible dialogue], so I don’t know what they were arguing about. River Song ran by with a blaster she had stolen from Han Solo (who was hot on her heels - both in the sexy way and the fast way, if that makes sense) - and then my mom called and woke me up.
Make of that what you will. I’ve given up trying to make sense or meaning out of my dreams. :P