driftfleet | Deep Dreams Are Made of These

Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares

[Darkness. Stars. It’s nighttime and the ground trembles. A deep underlying sense of panic permeates everything, tangible in the way your limbs shake and the expressions on people’s faces, though specific features seem to melt away. The darkness turns to red, and the red turns to fire… fire everywhere, uncontrollable and hungry. It burns at your limbs and for a brief second, you see a world-- a planet-- engulfed in a wave of red-orange death.

The background noise is a strange alien wailing, neither male nor female, but it is deep and you find you can almost understand the words. They are strong enough to be word-feelings, which makes them a little hard to concentrate on with the chaos otherwise found in the vision.

<Fire.> <Run.> <Help.>]

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on the huntress

[Keith jumped up in bed with a yell, breathing hard. He didn't have nightmares often, but that sure was one. He rubbed his face. Was that... tears? He looked at his hands for a moment, noticing that they were trembling. Keith hesitated, but then eventually reached for the communicator.

After speaking with Shiro, he made his way out to the common area for a bit. He needed to get out of his room. After the common area, he went to the shuttle bay to beat up the punching bag for a bit.]

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private to Shiro

hey

are you awake

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next morning, after seeing a few posts on the network

so a few people had these nightmare vision things

i think we should compare what we saw

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Mikleo sips at his own tea, letting the silence drag for a moment while it works its magic. It's some herbal concoction Sorey got from Stefan to help with sleeping issues, nerves and the like. He tries not to dip into it too much since there's a limited supply and Sorey actually needs sleep, but sometimes emergencies call for it. Now he's glad that tonight was a night he chose to brew it, if it helps Keith any.]

Based on experience, I think it's unlikely that you'll be the only one to have had weird dreams. You may want to ask around.

[Keith looked up at Mikleo.]

You really think so?

[He thought about that.]

Does this happen a lot?

I can't say if this specifically has happened before, but it very well may have, considering how long this has been going on. And it's far from the first time they've messed with our heads while we were sleeping.

[Those calibration dreams weren't that long ago, after all.]

Yeah, true.

[A lot happened during calibrations... a lot of weird stuff. He took another sip of the tea, starting to feel it kick in already. Huh...]

What's in this?

[He wasn't accusatory in his tone, just curious.]

Muscle relaxants mostly, herbs that are good for soothing nerves and removing tension. I'm not positive on all the ingredients, but that's the intended effect. It's supposed to help you calm down and get back to sleep.

Well, it's definitely doing something.

[Whether he actually got back to sleep or not was still to be seen, but he was definitely starting to feel more relaxed.]

Thanks. Maybe later I'll ask if anyone else is having these dreams... or visions... or whatever they are.

If it helps in any way, then it's worth it. I'm sorry I can't do more.

[Mostly with the dream stuff- he's neither an interpreter nor an informant with this situation, so he's all but useless. But every little bit helps, and the least he can offer is some reassurance via tea.]

It's alright. I still appreciate it.

[Keith sighed slightly, finishing up the tea. It would definitely help.]

I just need to get away from how it made me feel, I think. Look at it from a different angle.

Is that how you deal with such things? Analyzing it?

[How very scientific... and familiar.]

I guess so. I mean, I was never really into symbolism stuff and all that. I just try to put together what I know to see how it all fits.

[Keith shrugged a little.]

It just... helps, I guess.

[If Mikleo had ever walked past Keith's room when the door was open, he might have noticed a lot of the information that was currently stashed in the Iskaulit's lecture hall copied and arranged on Keith's wall along with an erasable board he had things written on. To most people, it probably looked like an unorganized mess.]

Makes sense. Everyone has their own way, and that's a logical route to take.

[He's not familiar with conspiracy boards, but he's done plenty of analyzing with Sorey over the years, spreading papers and sketches and diagrams of ruins across the floor and piecing them together bit by bit, page by page. It's something he can appreciate.]

I think you're on the right track. If the emotional aspect of it was forced on you through the dream, try to look past it and find the message it's trying to send you. We had something similar happen on my world, and it turned out to be incredibly important.

Yeah... it was. Everything I was feeling definitely felt like it was part of the dream itself, instead of me feeling it in response to the dream.

[He remembered Shiro's advice about finding a psychic or someone familiar with dreams to help him with this.]

Have you done a lot with dreams, or visions, or whatever... or know anyone who has that's in the Fleet? It might help to have a few opinions about what I saw instead of just my own.

Nothing really with dreams, and nothing here, no. Not premonitions or visions... though I have had hallucinations that were likely caused by our captors. But they went away on their own, and nothing ever came of them except how I responded at the time.

Hm...

[Keith nodded. He was going to have to take this to the Fleet anyway. First, to find out if he was the only one. And second, hopefully someone could help figure out what it all meant.]

Thanks.

[He got up, finished with the tea.]

Both for listening and the tea.

[Mikleo manages a small smile. It wasn't much help, but until they no more there's very little he can do.]

You're welcome. I'm glad if it helped you.

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