Day 450
M. Koril Personal Log
I.K.S. K’Tarn

I had the strangest dream the last time I slept. I was on a Federation starbase, or perhaps it was a ship. I was running, but whether it was away or toward something, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I had to keep running. The hallway stretched and stretched, unending ahead and behind me. I was wearing that hideous black outfit that the Cardassian tailor gave me on Earth Spacedock. The air smelled faintly like a particular plant that grew in the Paehos Crater on New Romulus. I could hear voices shouting through the walls, muffled, accompanied by some sort of music that I can only describe as a wailing flute. Every detail of the dream was crystal clear, but when I woke up, I could not remember how I felt about any of it.

I suppose it is not significant, but it is intriguing.