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((Note: this prompt response is inspired by themes and characters from RP writing and fanon, but is not taken directly from those sources.))
I had a dream not too long ago. I dreamed about the future.
Before you ask, no. No Earth. No long-lost and mythical Thirteenth Tribe. If those things are going to happen, then even dreams of them are a mystery, at least to me.
No, it was still Galactica, still this tiny sliver of humanity, still running for our lives, looking for a new home. And it was almost twenty years in the future, which is one of those double-edged swords philosophers always mention. The human race endures for at least another couple of decades, but still on the run. (Not that I'm calling myself an Oracle or anything like that-- I'm just telling you what it was like inside that dream.)
In the dream, I woke up-- or more specifically, I drifted up out of sleep-- to the sound of a pair of voices, furtively whispering in the almost-dark. For an eyeblink, my instincts told me to throw myself out of bed, find my service weapon that hung not too far away and figure out just who it was that had broken into mine and Dee's quarters.
Then, my eyes focused on the world around me. I saw, in places just light enough to be made out, the size of the room in which I was sleeping. Much too big to be the quarters I knew, especially with the bunk beds I spied over to one corner and the rows of shelves and the dressers on the opposite wall. Wherever I was, I knew it wasn't real. It was that strange "waking dream" sensation you can get sometimes when you realize you're actually still dreaming.
At the same time, I felt without a doubt that I was in a safe, familiar and welcome place.
I heard the voices shush, followed by footsteps creeping toward the bed. Shutting my eyes, I turned away from the sound, throwing an arm over Dee's sleeping form as if I were still out like a light.
"Three... two... one... mark!" I heard, and suddenly the lights snapped on, and a pair of weights came crashing onto the bed.
I remember giving a mock scream of surprise to find a pair of children sitting on the bed between me and my wife. The boy couldn't have been more than five or six, slim and almost lanky as I had been, but with a mop of light brown hair I somehow knew would darken to something between my own color and his grandfather's black. The girl, a year or so younger than her brother, was from her mother's more petite mould and her skin retained enough of Dee's influence to be a golden brown.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!" they both cried in unison.
The boy held out a card to me, a piece of my own letterhead folded crookedly in half. As I opened it, the girl crawled around until she had snuggled against my side. I read the crayon scrawl.
#1 BEST DAD IN THE FLEET
LOVE, JOSEPH AND ANNE ADAMA
I pulled both of the children to me and kissed them on the cheek, thanking them.
I woke up right about then, to the small quarters I knew for reality. At least, thank the Gods, I still found Dee beside me. Throwing an arm over her sleeping form, I was quickly and happily out like a light.
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((Note: this prompt response is inspired by themes and characters from RP writing and fanon, but is not taken directly from those sources.))
I had a dream not too long ago. I dreamed about the future.
Before you ask, no. No Earth. No long-lost and mythical Thirteenth Tribe. If those things are going to happen, then even dreams of them are a mystery, at least to me.
No, it was still Galactica, still this tiny sliver of humanity, still running for our lives, looking for a new home. And it was almost twenty years in the future, which is one of those double-edged swords philosophers always mention. The human race endures for at least another couple of decades, but still on the run. (Not that I'm calling myself an Oracle or anything like that-- I'm just telling you what it was like inside that dream.)
In the dream, I woke up-- or more specifically, I drifted up out of sleep-- to the sound of a pair of voices, furtively whispering in the almost-dark. For an eyeblink, my instincts told me to throw myself out of bed, find my service weapon that hung not too far away and figure out just who it was that had broken into mine and Dee's quarters.
Then, my eyes focused on the world around me. I saw, in places just light enough to be made out, the size of the room in which I was sleeping. Much too big to be the quarters I knew, especially with the bunk beds I spied over to one corner and the rows of shelves and the dressers on the opposite wall. Wherever I was, I knew it wasn't real. It was that strange "waking dream" sensation you can get sometimes when you realize you're actually still dreaming.
At the same time, I felt without a doubt that I was in a safe, familiar and welcome place.
I heard the voices shush, followed by footsteps creeping toward the bed. Shutting my eyes, I turned away from the sound, throwing an arm over Dee's sleeping form as if I were still out like a light.
"Three... two... one... mark!" I heard, and suddenly the lights snapped on, and a pair of weights came crashing onto the bed.
I remember giving a mock scream of surprise to find a pair of children sitting on the bed between me and my wife. The boy couldn't have been more than five or six, slim and almost lanky as I had been, but with a mop of light brown hair I somehow knew would darken to something between my own color and his grandfather's black. The girl, a year or so younger than her brother, was from her mother's more petite mould and her skin retained enough of Dee's influence to be a golden brown.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!" they both cried in unison.
The boy held out a card to me, a piece of my own letterhead folded crookedly in half. As I opened it, the girl crawled around until she had snuggled against my side. I read the crayon scrawl.
#1 BEST DAD IN THE FLEET
LOVE, JOSEPH AND ANNE ADAMA
I pulled both of the children to me and kissed them on the cheek, thanking them.
I woke up right about then, to the small quarters I knew for reality. At least, thank the Gods, I still found Dee beside me. Throwing an arm over her sleeping form, I was quickly and happily out like a light.
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Date: 2007-06-13 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-14 05:50 am (UTC)*small smile* I think you'd make an excellent father.
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Date: 2007-06-14 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 06:33 am (UTC)Why, don't you think so?
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Date: 2007-06-14 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 04:07 pm (UTC)Because of your own relationship with your dad?
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Date: 2007-06-14 05:52 pm (UTC)