This morning, I woke with a start and thought, "What was that?" I don't dream very often, but when I do, it's always weird. Not ordinary weird. We're talking Crazy Weird. Last night's was fairly mild in comparison to some of my previous dreams, although it would make any Nerd proud. Which I am.
So, I was at a party. At a space station. Somehow, we heard that there was an attack in a star system that was close to us. I decided to go help.
It was then that I realized that I was Patrick Stewart and I wanted to catch up to my X-Men team so that we could soar in and save the day. Unfortunately, Professor X doesn't move too fast in his wheelchair, so I was late. The X-Men had left (from the left hand side of the bay). Fortunately, the Enterprise was still there and since I was captain of the Enterprise, I decided to take that. Oddly, the Enterprise was about the size and feel of an X-Wing once I hopped in, complete with orange Luke Skywalker jumpsuit.
Blasting off into space, the Enterprise's hologram peters out and I'm really piloting the Borg. Finally, I see my target - The Death Star. I fly close to engage the enemy (giant sphere vs. giant cube) and then both the Borg and the Death Star sprout these giant pincer arms from the Incredibles. Unbeknown to me or the crew of the Death Star, I was riding in Optimus Prime and the Death Star was Megatron.
As the robots were duking it out and stabbing each other with their pincer arms, I decided I needed to go to the bathroom. I found the one existent bathroom on the Enterprise (yes, one bathroom for however many decks there are) and peed for so long that I woke up and decided I really needed the bathroom.
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