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I know I already posted this in the "last night's dream" thread but I felt since it's so long and involved, it could use it's own thread.


I think it started out that I was waiting for the series finale of Battlestar Galactica and we wanted to know who the final cylon was. Somehow or other, we found out but then all of the cylons died and I was hoping to ask Adama what it felt like to have the whole galaxy to themselves but then things changed and there was a whole swarm of Borg-like ships at an intersection at a mall and they were all crashing into each other but I was somehow able to walk through the Borg traffic. We went exploring the ship (the Galactica) and found a room where two remaining cylons were. They were skinjobs. One was the well-groomed man from the pilot episode - the tour guide and the other was Caprica Six. The stood up one right after the other from a stainless steel tub and Adama asked them something and I just shot them both in the head killing them. Adama started crying. I then made a discovery about the cylons - they had a spine-like tooth at the back of their throats and no teeth like you and I have them.

I was then in a house but it had some characteristics of the Galactica and I was near a large garbage truck. I wanted to check on my appendix, so I unraveled my belly from my navel until it was all unraveled and there at the center of it was my appendix and it was black and it had strands on it like a corn husk. My skin was everywhere and I didn't know how to put myself back together. I asked my wife if she could take me to the hospital to put my stomach back together. She said "why don't you do it yourself?" and then I showed her what it looked like. She agreed to come to the hospital with me after seeing that. We found out that her father died and the house that we were in now belonged to us and since I had loads of money, we could tear down and rebuild or remodel.

Then, I was still aboard Galactica and I had dyed my hair black and blue (kind of blueberry color - black with a tinge of blue) and I was putting my hair up so it was all fluffy so I looked good. I thought I looked good in the mirror. My father was asking me about my sister who got her lip pierced like they do in some tribes, you know with the big disk and stuff.

From there, I was hanging out with Motley Crue and I had loads of money and I wanted to shake the band manager's hand for all the help he did. What help he offered, I don't know but I wanted to shake his hand and bring him to dinner. With all the money I had, I went to a really fancy restaurant and I pointed to an attractive girl I somehow knew and bought her a drink. She reciprocated.

It somehow came to be known that I was a doctor and everyone loved me almost to the point of being a hero but there was evidence both in the form of my psych evaluation and on a laptop computer that I wasn't a doctor and my IQ was 10. I stole the folder with the papers in it and shred them but for some reason kept the computer. Somehow, someone got hold of the computer (or maybe I had it disposed of) and the information contained within was channeled in gobs of metallic goo down glass tubes into glass receptacles and these creatures were salivating over each of the gobs that came their way because they knew what was contained within - the secrets of the computers that were destroyed. Mine came along but it didn't fill the receptacle all the way and it was a light gun-metal in color. Turns out, my secret was safe, it wasn't about me, it was black and white footage of someone doing aerobatics in new york city in the 1930s.