And so we dare to dream.. or wake.. or whatever

[MajorZStarDust 0]

Life could be entirely too confusing sometimes. Ziggy wasn't sure if he had had a knock on the noggin, was caught in the strangest dream he had ever had, or had eaten something hallucinogenic. All were quite likely, and there were times when he didn't feel like there was a ton of cotton stuffing in his head, and then he wondered why he had felt so confused. It just made things more confusing. Did that make sense? Ziggy shook his head.

 

There were times he remembered something about being in a void and needing to take a shuttle to investigate. And then he could swear he was on the mission to the Diplomatic Planet, in disguise, with Jeremy and Dana. But for some reason Jeremy wasn't a Vulcan anymore, and Dana wasn't there at all, and he was eating some green pudding stuff with a strange woman.

 

And then the woman was gone, and they were on a hillside, and he was dressed only in a towel. A rather gaudily printed towel at that. Thank goodness it was a large towel, and was firmly wrapped around his waist. Before he could accurately figure out what was going on, he remembered that they were trying to find the Arcadia. And he knew where they were. Grabbing the person with him, a Trill in uniform, he pointed.

"They're that way!" And then Ziggy began to jog over the hill. Before he knew it he was with Moose, and Dana, and Dac.. who was blushing..

 

"Think of home," Moose was saying.

 

The first thing that came to mind was the last home he had shared with his parents. It was a water planet with very little land. His mother had been working on a desalinization hydroponics to grow standard crops, while his father studied the geology of the planet. The colonists had adopted a seafaring existence, building small fishing craft, to large schooners for travelling amongst the small archipelegos that made up the planets land mass. He was on a ship, wearing only short pants, sunning himself while he waited to pull in nets on the days catch.

 

"... the bridge..."

 

Oh.. the Arcadia. At mention of the bridge Ziggy scrolled past his posts, but his real thoughts were on where he had spent most of his time.. the holodeck. Not that he was an escape junkie, but he spent many hours there training, both himself and his security teams. Not to mention doing routine weapons readiness trainng on all crew members. And many hours in the holodeck had been spent designing and testing tactical menuevers for the helm when he had been the Arcadias pilot.

 

Yet where he was now was not the holodeck. It was a strange black void, where he seemed to float. Above him he saw flickers of memory, as if someone were playing his thoughts on a screen. It was very confusing, and rather unsettling. Was he still dreaming? Did he have a knot on his head? And why was he in a towel?

 

Oh.. for a bottle of tequila......