Isn’t answering a distress call what got us into this mess in the first place? Ah, but we are Starfleet, and that’s what we do.
Author: aniseeker
so i fell asleep at my desk for a few seconds and woke up abruptly to the thought “WHO CARES!? THESE ARE ASSLESS CHAPS!!!” burning through my mind
i dont understand
It’s ok, I woke up two weeks ago to slapping my knuckles over my desk, and swore loudly. Only problem was that I suddenly had a thick Brooklyn accent, and thought I was a 1940s mobster for 30 seconds upon waking.
I LOVE STUFF LIKE THIS?
I did the same thing once, where when I woke up I seriously thought I was Superman for at least a good minute or so. I was reaching for my phone thinking, “Oh my God, I’ve been hiding it this whole time, I’ve gotta tell my boyfriend I’m superman.” And as I was very tiredly and sloppily writing the text I stopped what I was doing and was like, “What the fuck.”
Yes. More. I need more stories.
one morning i woke up absolutely convinced that my mom had faked her husbands death for tax purposes and i was so mad cuz i had to go to his stupid funeral with his dumb family and i thought we had finally gotten rid of him all for it to be a lie then like half an hour later im like “wait…” I told her about it later and she told me faking his death wouldnt have done much for her tax wise at all
Mine are always like “Oh fuck someone I love has died.” which is pretty scary to wake up to. But my favorite wtf one is that I woke up and I expected to wake up like at 12pm, I’d set an alarm for it etc….
I woke up at 8pm.
My immediate reaction to it being dark outside?
“Oh fuck it’s nuclear winter”
I once dreamed that I was a pirate tying a lot of knots for sail-hoisting purposes. Woke up to find that I’d wrapped our kitten in about three blankets. He wouldn’t sleep within arm’s reach of me for two years after that.
Another time, I was woken up by lightning striking a tree in our yard, and I genuinely thought I was somewhere to do with cannons for about 10 seconds.
And then there was that time I was dreaming about boring house things, walked outside, found a canyon in our yard, woke up, got out of bed, walked downstairs, went outside, saw a flying saucer, woke up, got out of bed, had breakfast, and spent the whole day quietly expecting that I was about to wake up.
Brains are weird and sometimes they forget how to reality.
Oh my god I love this.
My sister once went and woke up or dad to ask for lunch money and he asked her if she’d gotten the rubies yet and she said no and he told she had to get the rubies first and so she left and came back a little while later to ask again and he asked her if she’d gotten the rubies yet and she said yes and he told her okay and that she could take the $10 in his wallet.
I once had a dream that my house (and everything in it) was being claimed by loan sharks because I was so poor/in debt/or something, in my dream. I then woke up panicking/crying and looking around, confused as to why everything was still in my room. It took at least 20 seconds for me to figure out why.
Once I was having a dream except in my dream I thought of a phrase so hard that I startled myself awake and forgot the rest of the dream. The phrase was “cosmic underwear.” I still have no idea what it means.
Some years ago, I was asleep and my phone rang. It was 5 am thereabouts and I was totally disoriented and half-asleep and forget answering the phone at Ungodly Hours of the Morning, so I let it go to voicemail. Except then, I woke up enough to wonder who was calling me that early and I checked the message (still with my eyes mostly closed).
“Hi honey, it’s your wife. I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been in an accident. It’s ok, I’m ok, the truck’s ok, you don’t have to come get me. I’ll be home as soon as the police let me leave, but I’m going to try to go in to the office this afternoon after I get cleaned up,” and I FREAKED OUT. My beloved wife was in an accident with our truck? What happened? I jumped out of bed with this like…protective rage mode turned on, threw on some clothes, READY TO BREAK THE FACE of whoever had caused the accident and put my wife in danger, also wanting to hold her tight and make sure she was ok, and got as far as the bedroom door before I realized I wasn’t married and didn’t own a truck.
Well, hello there Thion.
Echo floats into the sunset
From everything I’ve read and heard, I thought Vulcan would be unbearably hot and dry, but it is actually really pleasant. It’s quiet here. Peaceful. The wind wraps around me like a comforting embrace, and the dirt cushions my feet as I climb. It’s difficult to imagine anything bad happening, from the warmth and solitude of a high place on Vulcan.
“How soon will we be on Vulcan, Jalyr?”
“Not long, now, Captain.”
Nyco grinned privately behind the Bajoran’s seat at the console, remembering how not so long ago, they were both practicing at the Academy flight simulators for hours.
“Don’t crash it.”
Jalyr Sol tossed an irritated glance back at her, before wiping it back off his face in favor of his more professional, concentrating stare, “Of course not, Captain. I’m an excellent pilot.”
“I couldn’t resist teasing you.” Nyco took her seat next to him, “after all, I remember the first time we flew together in the holodeck.”
Jalyr groaned, “don’t remind me!”
“Hey, Sol. It’s just us here for the next half hour or so,” Nyco smiled at him, “Relax. This assignment is going to be a breeze compared to the last one.”
“It better be,” Jalyr grumbled, but the tension left his forehead, “the last one put me in sickbay for a week. Not that I am complaining. It was my own fault for saving your life. Prophets know I’d do it all again. Don’t think I wouldn’t. In fact, I probably will have to, at some point.”
Nyco frowned, “don’t go looking for trouble.”
“Of course,” Jalyr shrugged, “like you said, this mission should be easy.”
The new bridge crew of the Pioneer. Captain Nyco, the holographic Thion, the Cardassian science officer Linesa Ghemor (grandniece of Tekeny), the Bajoran first officer and Nyco’s best friend Jalyr Sol, and the Ferengi engineer Firing (it was his default name ok, I had to keep it).
Joza, watch where you’re kicking!
I’m just lazily flopped on my tiny RV sofa thing waiting for the spasms to slow down enough I can go to bed and just surfing horse blogs, etc…when I hear something-not-my-air-conditioning-or-normal-night-sounds. Breathing. Raspy, slow, sort of quiet breathing coming from somewhere to my left. I freeze and jolt and stare into the darkness toward my bedroom, squinting hard to see if there’s some random boogey monster in there or if I’m just losing my mind.
There’s no monster? So I turn back to the computer screen.
The breathing starts again. Rasp. Wheeze. Rasp.
CAN YOU NOT.
Rassssp. WHEEZE.
At this point, I figure my trailer is haunted by an asthmatic Civil War dude (it’s always got to be a Civil War dude ghost) and I move to investigate/ghostbust/grab my valuables and head to less haunted shores/whatever needs doing.
That’s when I realize that the breathing is actually me. Myself. My own nose. I just couldn’t hear it out of my right ear on account of the seatback I was half smushed into.
SPARK ISTG
Captain Koril 