Wow… that was pretty cool. Full-birthed sci-fi plot dream. Now, let's just see if I can remember it…
Note from future-me journal editor for public consumption: I have no idea how to unsort some of the pieces here. Perhaps I *wasn't* quite completely conscious when I did this... Or maybe I just didn't feel like reading it over a second time to make sure it made sense. In any case, I'm not going to try to do that now. My memory of this dream is even less intact now than it was then. Also, I don't know what the heck I was thinking when I declared this to be a "full-birthed sci-fi plot".
All right, characters, setting, somewhat akin to that rather cheesy sci-fi series I've been watching. There was me, and another male character, and a female character. Bit powerful ship. It belonged to the enemy, but we got control somehow. I'll work backwards. In the end, we were all in this spaceship going back to somebody's home. No, wait, scratch that, there were four of us. There was also this guy who was relatively old. I and the guy were doing some sort of heroic deeds, and we came back to find the female and the guy's great-granddaughter (he was off on some planet where time flowed a bit differently). Her name was something like Sarah Dinelli or something; I remember knowing that the guy was Machiavelli, but there was some name change thing, and Dinelli was going to change. That's right. Her first name was Nikola, or some feminine derivation (that still sounded a heck of a lot like Nikola). It was distinctive, anyway. But instead of making the association with Tesla (or even Machiavelli, as would also have been correct), dream-maker associated it with Sade, and even worse, my dream-character couldn't even remember that right, and came up with Machiacelli. Apparently I was the only one there, because when I was talking to the little girl (who was really too young to be talking, and, consistent with that, didn't talk anymore after informing us all of her name), saying something like "you don't want to grow up to be Machiacelli", she (female character, not little girl) said something to the effect of "I've only known one person, one of my nurses, named Machiacelli. What's wrong with Machiacelli?" And then I remembered and said, "Oh, I meant Machiavelli." Which, of course, in the dream-association, meant the Marquis de Sade, and so my companions (except for Nikola) then gave a collective "Oh" of revelation. I then commented that Sade was pretty bad stuff all around, except for the music group. The guy (I will just pick names for convenience here, and say Brian) didn't know about them, but the girl (uh… how about Nikki?) did. Brian asked who they were, and she started singing "Like the Deserts Miss the Rain", and I said, "No, no, that's…" and she finished my sentence along with me, "Everything But the Girl." But then, I couldn't remember just what it was Sade *did* do, and after a bit of silence she started singing (if one can call that thing one does when one imitates the instruments with one's mouth "singing") "Orinoco Flow". And then Brian and I were both "Oh, yeah"-ing, though of course those of us who are awake and have real functioning memories know that "Orinoco" was done by Enya, and Sade is better known for "Smooth Operator". Boy, there were a lot of memory errors (or twistings, perhaps) in there.
I remember I was attracted to the girl. We were all in the life pod thingy, and heading to an arbitrary place to call "home." I guess Earth was still around, because I chose Nebraska (nobody else could remember where they came from, so it was as good a choice as any, I guess). But we couldn't get any good radio stations. I remember asking what kind of music "y'all" liked, mainly fishing for info on Nikki, but looking at both of them for a response. I suppose the two were prototyped from the people who sat across the table from me at Chili's last night. The girl was sort of attractive, and you know how it goes. Anyway, Nikki mentioned that her brother was in a band, and named it. I'd never heard of it, of course, and asked what sort of music they did. I dunno if she answered or not (I don't think so), but I don't remember the response, in any case.
Ok, prior to the escape pod part, we were all in this big ship that (I guess) had some sort of transporter beam-like capabilities. Somehow there was some prophecy about people from the future that had to be fulfilled, and there was a dragon to be slain. I think Brian was off on some other mission of his own, but I had to kill the dragon. Also I think Nikki was with me to begin with, but somewhere in the middle got dream-world transplanted into waiting back at the main ship for us. Of course, it wasn't until later, after the quest-fulfilling and such, that the ship became an enemy ship (or whatever). The dragon could roll up into a sort of flat cylindrical shape, and roll around. I cut it with my sword right down the middle (as one would cut, say, an English muffin). It took a few tries; I didn't get it all in one stroke. Sort of like the way I butcher English muffins. Anyway, it died, and then the whole ship was trying to kill us. We all did pretty well. Brian (back by now) was beating off little droids (or maybe servants) right and left. I don't remember what I did anymore. But I do remember that there were lots of wooden hangers hanging around, and we used them as weapons. Toward the end of the battle, I broke the cross-bar portion of many of them, and we were using the resultant boomerang-shaped things as some sort of hacking weapon, sort of like the way one might wield a pickaxe. Brian let the last one (little droid and/or slave-thing) go free, and it ran off. But we all later realized that he was in error, because it took a life pod when it left, and it was the last one (or something). The ship we ended up finding was more like a service shuttle or something. You know, there were a lot of things this dream had in common with the aforementioned sci-fi series. It was an enemy thing, but… oh! There was some sort of cart, with a bunch of lasers on it pointing in various directions, that someone (I suppose it was Brian, but he was modeled after the loserish character in the series, at least for this scene) turned the cart around, and it blew up a lot of the lights, and security lasers (hm… from that action movie?). Anyway, the ship's computers were a bit woodled, and it didn't think twice about obeying us (more and more like that series…), so that was good.
Hm. Earlier in the dream (or perhaps, the night -- I'm not sure if these were connected in any way or not), I dreamt about the girl I am interested in who lives far away. I can't remember all that much about it anymore, though. She was visiting in Omaha again, for some reason, and she was wearing some sort of hooded sweatshirt or something. Think Little Red Riding Hood. Dunno what importance that had, but at the end she was noting something about it, like that she hadn't actually bought it but was borrowing it from the store (not deliberately; it was sort of like the sale hadn't gone through yet -- I guess like the escrow period on a house), and she was wondering about the legality of having worn it all that time.
I remember I knew her thoughts. I found a piece of paper that had on it something similar to what I've been doing; this journal thing. Some deciphering was necessary, of course (her journal was like one of my edited-for-the-public ones), so there was a lot of "that guy" and "that friend", etc., so there was guesswork involved all around. So that was interesting, especially in light of what the people involved must have been thinking/feeling when reading my journals (if they did at all). And then, of course, there was my in-her-head POV toward the end when I heard her thinking about the hood.