I had a dream last night, and I told Brian about it over dinner tonight. It's really one of the stranger dreams I've had, simply because of who was in it.

I was in a room with a big window overlooking a pond with ducks and the whole shebang. First floor window I think, not that it's important. I was there with at least three other people. One of whom seemed to resemble Boris from Goldeneye (I am invincible!!!). But that just could be my tired imagination filling in details. Anyway, there were a few computers lined up in front of the window, mine among them, all running some programs that I didn't notice in my dream.

Boris gave some chick this little tube that looked like a warp nacelle stuck in one of those air tubes at the bank and she went outside and threw it in the pond. I asked Boris what it was and he told me it was some horribly strong kind of bomb. I, of course, flipped out. "What the f*ck man! Are you MAD!! You're going to blow the piss out of all of us!" (Don't ask me why, but I distinctly recall that line). He argued that we'd be fine, the pond would shield most of the blow, he just wanted to melt all our neighbors with the radiation. I don't know much about radiation, but I know enough to realize that there was a flaw in THAT logic. "What about us you nimrod!" "No no, we'll be fine, let's just get behind the lead wall and wait." Why there was a lead wall I'll never know, but hey, it's just a dream.

So, we're behind this wall, waiting for the explosion that was going to make the neighborhood a whole lot quieter, and it doesn't come. So we peek out to see a beam of blue light drag the bomb out of the lake and blast it into a small, non-lethal mass. Uh-oh...this can't be good. "Sh*t! They found us!!" Boris screams... He runs away without explaining who.

Then the same blue beam shoots through the ceiling and blasts my computer into a million insoluble plastic bits. "Screw them! They trashed my computer!" And I race off into the garage where I'm met by about ten FBI people (They just were, don't ask). And I started wailing on the first one I reached, who seemed to be the leader. "I'm gonna stomp your pissin' head you bastard! (No...I didn't remember that story Jake told me about him and Brian fighting a long time ago, really) You trashed my computer!" I must be a kickboxer in my dreams too, because I got in about three good solid hits before the FBI guy grabbed me and made me sit down. I was pissed.

Do you believe that hitting people in dreams in very stress relieving?

So I'm sitting there with this FBI guy holding me down so I can't do any more stomping of his pissin' head, when who else walks in but Scully and Mulder. And for some reason they know me and start to defend my actions to the guy. Then Captain James T. Kirk walks in. And Picard. And Riker. And for some reason they all know me too.

And for some reason I run over to Riker and give him a big hug, and he calls me "Sis".

Then I woke up. It just got too weird at that point. I asked Brian what he thought it might mean that Commander Riker was my big brother in a dream. He just made fun of me. "Ha ha (and everyone who has heard Brian laugh knows he actually says Ha Ha...), Commander Riker is you bro-ther...Commander Fuzzy is your bro-ther...!!!"

Commander Fuzzy is a long story.

I think I need more sleep and less Star Trek. Life is getting very very strange.

Why can't I have dreams where I'm something more interesting than Commander Riker's little sister?