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There are several hundred geese outside, swirling in a giant funnel-shape and honking ominously. I go outside and the only thing I can hear are wings and deafening goose honks.

GOOSENADO IS HERE

I just had a dream that was basically like OUaT, but instead of fairy tale characters, it was Deep Space Nine.
There was some kind of disaster going on, and we were all meeting inside of a church to stay safe, and I look over and see Kira Nerys and Odo sitting on a pew right next to me (which is actually how I realized the dream was going to be DS9 flavored, because up until then, it was all just me wandering around the darn church trying to find a snack and startling people by accident). Sisko was speaking, trying to get everyone to calm down, and Quark kept standing up and demanding to know when he could re-open his bar. Bashir showed up, too, and sat by me for a few minutes, but he wouldn’t sit still, and found a young woman to run off with not long after. Then, we all got up and Dax asked if I’d seen a bunch of orphans while I was wandering around earlier. I said no, but I would be happy to help her look, and I ended up accidentally walking in on an apparent murder scene. I found one of the children, a little Bajoran girl, holding a knife and standing over a bloody spot on the floor (there was no body, but the dream-writing in my head told me it had been moved). She was crying and terrified, and when I tried to ask her what happened, she dropped the knife and shook her head, “You won’t believe me, I didn’t do it.” And she ran away.

The dream changed and it was morning, and Winn Adami and a bunch of Bajoran Militia showed up, investigating the crime scene. Apparently it was a Cardassian child who had been killed, but Winn was trying to say it was all a big misunderstanding and that the Prophets must have been punishing the Cardassian for being in the place of worship. Then she looked RIGHT AT ME accusingly and I suddenly KNEW I was Garak and that she wanted to throw me back outside to whatever was happening out there that everyone was so scared of. I was also suddenly determined to solve this mystery, so I BSed my way into the investigation (something about a re-instated Obsidian Order having just as much jurisdiction, if not more, over this case? I DON’T KNOW it was a dream it doesn’t have to be logical, I just know it was fun to out-smug Winn). Also for some reason, Winn was pushing a stroller with a baby resting in an egg carton. I didn’t know Bajorans came from eggs.

Right after that, I decided to see for myself what was happening outside, and I found out that Dukat was driving a van over the children’s toys, and his motorcycle gang was tearing through town.

I am GREATLY disappointed that I woke up.

Sometimes it’s tough to think about leaving a bad situation, just because it’s familiar.

But every now and then I’m reminded that the world is so much bigger and so much less scary than I was conditioned to think it was. That there are possibilities, even for “someone like me”. I don’t know what they are yet, but I want to find out.

My first thought waking up from my fever nap was “I want Alpha-Bits”
I haven’t thought about those in 20 years. I haven’t eaten cereal since I was a little kid.
I don’t like cereal.
But now I really want Alpha-Bits.
What.

Watching the new Battlestar Galactica (“new” here having the meaning of “it first aired 10 years ago and I am just now getting around to watching more than the pilot miniseries”)
Even though I’m enjoying it more this time through…Cylons in dresses is still a funny concept to me.

I love villains ok.

Not because they’re “secretly good” or “they just want to be loved.
But because they don’t see themselves as bad. Some don’t even see themselves as good. They don’t have some great, heavy burden of "I have to DO WHAT IS RIGHT AT ALL TIMES” constantly resting on their shoulders. They’re motivated by their own inner desires and needs. To me, they feel more genuine than protagonists 99% of the time.

And then there’s the overblown, silly, rage-filled bad guys who just want to destroy everything, and that’s fun, too.

So apparently I am one of those weird people who will facebook-hunt you down WEEKS LATER to apologize for a conversation that you probably don’t remember after we briefly met at a social function. Because that conversation has been giving me anxiety ever since we had it.
YEP.