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First Very Bad Dream.
I was on a train with a large group of folks in my life. We were on our way to some convention in the Midwest. Everyone I feel closest to from my family, friends, cast, HAI and Landmark. That train car represented my current life.
We were having a great time in a private club car I had Amtrak add to our train. Then a train wreck.
I came to outside the train in the rain. My left arm and both legs were broken as well as several ribs. I was coughing up blood and figured I had ruptured a lung. It was very, very quiet.
I pulled myself along to search the wreckage. One by one, I found each of my loved ones. They were all dead. I was the only surviver from the train. At the front of the train, I found a shelter under a bit of wreckage. I weeped for my loss and I screamed from the physical pain.
Then I died.
I haven't had a dream in which I died in years and years. When I was a teen, it was a common dream theme for me.
Second Very Bad Dream.
In this dream, I was an alien sent to Earth as a research scientist. My job was to study human beings. My people are very advanced on the science front and mentally very powerful. I can control my body to the point of being a changeling.
The way to study humans, of course, is to be one. Up to this point, I've had this dream before. Often.
I fell in love. This created all sorts of problems for me. I couldn't reveal my true self to anybody. I had to be very careful to not create relationships that would test my resolve in this matter.
One day, my love was complaining of feeling vaguely sick. With my mental powers, I checked her out and determined she was dying from bone cancer and it was progressing quickly.
I had a quick battle of ethics and she won. She and I were in a quiet, dimly lighted room sitting face to face. I reached out and took one of her hands in both of mine. I asked her to suspend her disbelief long enough to hear a wild story from me. I could cure her. I could change anything about her body she wanted changed. I could even put her fears to rest.
The only catch is she had to believe me and she had to take my word for it. No parlor tricks could be used to convince her.
I told my whole story. I described my planet, my people, my job on Earth. I talked about other assignments I had had. I talked about my love for her. I told her that telling her all this was going to cost me my stay on Earth and, probably, my career.
I told her what was wrong and that I could fix it. She didn't believe. She continued to not believe as the cancer got worse and worse. She was in horrible pain and I could do very little about it or about the cancer itself without her cooperation and faith.
She just wouldn't believe.
At the last possible moment, I tried to cure her without her faith. Without her faith, though, it didn't work and she died. But the effort to cure her killed me, too.
That's it. Too dreams in which I die along with people I love.
That's not a pleasant way to spend the night.
I was on a train with a large group of folks in my life. We were on our way to some convention in the Midwest. Everyone I feel closest to from my family, friends, cast, HAI and Landmark. That train car represented my current life.
We were having a great time in a private club car I had Amtrak add to our train. Then a train wreck.
I came to outside the train in the rain. My left arm and both legs were broken as well as several ribs. I was coughing up blood and figured I had ruptured a lung. It was very, very quiet.
I pulled myself along to search the wreckage. One by one, I found each of my loved ones. They were all dead. I was the only surviver from the train. At the front of the train, I found a shelter under a bit of wreckage. I weeped for my loss and I screamed from the physical pain.
Then I died.
I haven't had a dream in which I died in years and years. When I was a teen, it was a common dream theme for me.
Second Very Bad Dream.
In this dream, I was an alien sent to Earth as a research scientist. My job was to study human beings. My people are very advanced on the science front and mentally very powerful. I can control my body to the point of being a changeling.
The way to study humans, of course, is to be one. Up to this point, I've had this dream before. Often.
I fell in love. This created all sorts of problems for me. I couldn't reveal my true self to anybody. I had to be very careful to not create relationships that would test my resolve in this matter.
One day, my love was complaining of feeling vaguely sick. With my mental powers, I checked her out and determined she was dying from bone cancer and it was progressing quickly.
I had a quick battle of ethics and she won. She and I were in a quiet, dimly lighted room sitting face to face. I reached out and took one of her hands in both of mine. I asked her to suspend her disbelief long enough to hear a wild story from me. I could cure her. I could change anything about her body she wanted changed. I could even put her fears to rest.
The only catch is she had to believe me and she had to take my word for it. No parlor tricks could be used to convince her.
I told my whole story. I described my planet, my people, my job on Earth. I talked about other assignments I had had. I talked about my love for her. I told her that telling her all this was going to cost me my stay on Earth and, probably, my career.
I told her what was wrong and that I could fix it. She didn't believe. She continued to not believe as the cancer got worse and worse. She was in horrible pain and I could do very little about it or about the cancer itself without her cooperation and faith.
She just wouldn't believe.
At the last possible moment, I tried to cure her without her faith. Without her faith, though, it didn't work and she died. But the effort to cure her killed me, too.
That's it. Too dreams in which I die along with people I love.
That's not a pleasant way to spend the night.