Doing a fashion shoot with Captain Sulu while down one level of escalators, Bea Arthur was driving away a wraith-hydra thingy by the power of her disdain alone.
Regardless of which version you have, in Killing Time, the Romulans send some assassin-droids back in time to Earth to prevent the formation of the Federation. This doesn't work out like they'd thought, but anyway, leading up to the timeline being totally rewritten, everyone on the Enterprise is having disturbing dreams about the people they will be turned into, and how it's all subtly or not-so-subtly wrong, but in the dreams they can't tell anyone.
And then the timeline actually changes, and everyone in the universe has dreams and waking hallucinations about what they were like originally and it drives them mad. MAD I SAY! And people keep trying to destroy the Enterprise. People like the Vulcan admiral who sends them their orders, for example.
Before the switch, when Kirk brings the dream situation to McCoy's attention (McCoy's dreams aren't distrubing because either way he's the Chief Surgeon aboard the same ship, no matter what she's called), and that not only himself and other people he's talked to but also Spock (who doesn't normally dream) are all having the same dreams, McCoy sets to doing some tests and says that if it's more than 25% of the crew, they'll have to inform Starfleet Command.
Kirk nodded. "Any speculations, Bones?"
"I'm a doctor," McCoy pointed out as one of the clipboards slipped from his arm and clattered to the floor, "not a dream merchant." He plopped the remaining portable computers onto the desk, thumbing the intercom to the outer offices. "Nurse Chapel, I want six lab techs in here before the echo dies!"
Kirk grinned at his friend's obvious enthusiasm. "Looks like you're going to be a dream merchant this week," he pointed out, and quickly found an excuse to leave, recognizing the doctor's need for professional privacy and space.
But as he walked down the corridor toward his quarters, he couldn't help looking over his shoulder just once. Something felt wrong...and he hoped it wasn't already to late.
I dreamed I had breakfast with Zachary Quinto somewhere in the midwest. I know this because he had a place card that said "Zachary Quinto eating breakfast in the midwest". I remember seeing the sign and going that's an entirely accurate statement.
Huh. You know, I could see him doing that as a sort of metatextual statement on the fascination the public has with the daily minutae of the lives of celebrities.
Well, it had it's scary moments. I almost fell in the fountain we were shooting next to, and then I almost fell down the escalatos, and before any of that I was wondering around the city which was totally dark -- the only source of light was my cell phone.
In my dreams I get attacked by Aliens and get stuck in endless loops with monsters where all directions lead back to the same place and the thing I'm using to fight them off is breaking. Plus if I ever trip or get startled in my dreams my leg instinctively kicks which often leads to me kicking the wall.
No deal! That sounds suspiciously like how I used to dream in high school, except you didn't mention getting trapped in a bathroom that turns into a drug store, or David Bowie.
I'm not sure Bowie really counts as a guy in my dreams. He's usually representative of the monster come taunting me, turned into something I can talk at for a minute.
Oh, I know that one. I hate the dreams where the monster is RIGHT. BEHIND. YOU. ...and you can't make any sudden move or noises or even breathe too loud or it will pounce.
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And then the timeline actually changes, and everyone in the universe has dreams and waking hallucinations about what they were like originally and it drives them mad. MAD I SAY! And people keep trying to destroy the Enterprise. People like the Vulcan admiral who sends them their orders, for example.
Before the switch, when Kirk brings the dream situation to McCoy's attention (McCoy's dreams aren't distrubing because either way he's the Chief Surgeon aboard the same ship, no matter what she's called), and that not only himself and other people he's talked to but also Spock (who doesn't normally dream) are all having the same dreams, McCoy sets to doing some tests and says that if it's more than 25% of the crew, they'll have to inform Starfleet Command.
Kirk nodded. "Any speculations, Bones?"
"I'm a doctor," McCoy pointed out as one of the clipboards slipped from his arm and clattered to the floor, "not a dream merchant." He plopped the remaining portable computers onto the desk, thumbing the intercom to the outer offices. "Nurse Chapel, I want six lab techs in here before the echo dies!"
Kirk grinned at his friend's obvious enthusiasm. "Looks like you're going to be a dream merchant this week," he pointed out, and quickly found an excuse to leave, recognizing the doctor's need for professional privacy and space.
But as he walked down the corridor toward his quarters, he couldn't help looking over his shoulder just once. Something felt wrong...and he hoped it wasn't already to late.
And everything changed that night.
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I'd gladly trade dreams.
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My dreams suck.
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