Dream on

[WxMurray 0]

(Annoying boldfaced note: this log is set before the events simmed on Thursday 13 January 2005)

 

It was a beautiful day. It felt like springtime. The birds were out; the flowers were in bloom; the grass was green; and the temperature was in the mid sixties. Murray took all of this in as he drove down the interstate in a Corvette.

 

Wait. The interstate? In a Corvette? What in the world was in that glass of apple juice? Confused, Murray looked around. He saw the stack of vinyl LPs for the car’s LP player. Murray shook his head. “What is going on here?”

 

He continued down the interstate. He wasn’t sure where he was, or where he was going. He decided that as long as he stayed on the road, it would be less confusing. Suddenly, he heard a horn from behind. He turned and saw he was being passed by and X-wing fighter. Murray looked in confusion at the X-wing. “That’s from a 20th century movie? What’s it doing here? More importantly, why is it on the interstate?” The grizzly bear piloting waved as the fighter passed, as did the three-headed green thing with an enormous number of arms in the droid bay. Murray waved back, more confused than ever.

 

Murray pulled over to try and make sense of things. He didn’t know what was going on. He went over the facts he knew. “Alright. I went off duty. I went back to my quarters. I can’t fall asleep in that bed because it doesn’t feel right, so I went to the couch. Now I am here. But where is here? And why am I here? Where shall I go for lunch?” After reaching no conclusions, he decided to keep going. He was going somewhere. Now if only his brain would tell the rest of his body.

 

He continued down the road, only stopping briefly at an Arby’s for a roast beef sandwich. He didn’t care that there were no Arby’s in the 24th century; he just enjoyed his meal. As he came toward a town, he felt the urge to pull of the interstate. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew this is where he wanted to go.

 

Eventually he came to a house. He didn’t recognize it. “Maybe they can tell me what’s going on or where I am. Maybe they’ll also an explanation. And a cookie. No. Wait. Just the cookie.” He got out of the car and approached the door. Before he could knock, the door opened. Murray looked up in surprise. “Sheila!”

 

Murray found himself in a big hug from his high school sweetheart. “Wimbles, I’ve missed you so much.”

 

Murray grimaced at the name “Wimbles”. He had forgotten how much he hated that name. Sheila was the only person he let use the moniker. At least no one on the Reaent knew about the nickname.

 

The couple’s separation began to set in. Murray gazed into Sheila’s eyes. Their faces drew closer. Three TIE fighters flew overhead. A shark swam made a sandwich in the kitchen. The neighbor’s cat lit a pipe. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they…

 

Murray sat upright. He was in his quarters and had a hankering for a cookie with whipped cream. Something was wrong. “Torpedoes.” He grabbed his uniform jacket and rushed out the door.