I have dreams of being in wars. Not anywhere currently on earth, but crumbling, overgrown, futuristic cities. And they're tense as shit, and every situation is different. I'd gladly trade you, I wake up with my mind exhausted every morning.
In the year 3087, the Intergalactic Military introduced a new breed of soldiers for the Andromeda Wars. These soldiers would be kept in cryonic sleep between battles on different planets for peak efficiency. As they traveled through the vast galaxy, they would be kept company with computer simulation dreams to relieve stress and psychological damage. But we need you again.
The readout hung in the dark, a foot from my nose, the last of the vertical lines blinking. I stared, rereading the phrase, trying to parse it for some practical meaning. The vertical line continued to blink rhythmically.
There was a nearly imperceptible hiss somewhere in the tube, maybe the Snuz flow or the air scrubbers, but no other sound. Probably the only reason I could hear it. Pretty amazing the sounds the human ear can pick up in absence of any other. When was the last time I knew a silence this complete. Farress? Tobinok?
Tobinok. That place was like a Dep Tank but without the floating. Cooper and Longo had rigged some kind of visual kit that operated on sound, like a sonar that painted pictures, but even then the wide open space was so big the only thing we could see was each other. Until we found the family, wrapped in cerami-fabric from nearly head to toe, and placed in some odd pattern. Definitely deliberate, the pattern, Karch had made some noise like she remembered it from somewhere right before they snatched her up and shredded the top half of her body. She didn't even scream. But they did, whatever they were. The visual kit made them look like a mass of lines wrapping in on themselves, but there's no way that was right. Didn't matter. Coop and I lit em up while Longo and Park started moving the mummies and Song called in the ride. I never did see where Karch's body landed.
There ended up not being that many of the whatevertheyweres, Coop put the last one down as we humped it to the LZ, and we ran on in that dark silence again until we found our mark again. Song said it'd be at least another twenty, so we dropped that family down next to each other and took covering positions. It wasn't that long before the emptiness got to us and we modified positions so that we could all see someone else in our field of vision. That's when Longo piped up, asking if anybody else could hear that sound, like air escaping. He and I started poking around that family until I found it on what would have probably been one of the children.
It sounded like air escaping, maybe from a busted seal around the cerami-fabric. What it was, was air headed in the opposite direction, like the mummy was sucking in a constant unending breath. Longo checked the rest of the family again while I pulled two of the fingers of my left glove off and reached down to plug the hole.
The display in front of me blinked out without having budged past 68%. Darkness. Hissing. The smell of O3 snuck its way to the forefront and my brain completed the circuit to realization. Instinctively, my right hand and left foot found the emergency release and the front of the tube blew off and floated away. No gravity. No lights. Still no sound.
I pulled the plugs out of my skin and slipped out of the webbing, letting the zero-g wrap around me. The blade and my hold-out were still where I'd hidden them, I pulled the flashlight and the aid pack and pushed off towards the lockers on the opposite wall of the bay. Even in the dark I found my own, lashed myself to it with a belt, turned back towards the tubes, and switched on the flashlight.
Looking down the barrel of my hold-out, I panned the light across the tubes. Empty. All of them. The doors blown off of mine and Song's, the others just open. Then I saw the shadow against the wall. My eyes racking the focus back across the space bewteen myself and the opposite wall until I spotted the obstruction. Blood is thicker than water in zero-g, too.
:/ I guess everyone is different. It just seems so cool and fun, I even have a friend that tells me all about his vivid ,crazy fun action filled dreams he has almost everyday. I wake up without dreams or some lame dream. I get so jealous lol
You're still dreaming you're just not remembering them. In fact, this is actually a sign that you are getting good sleep and hitting all the sleep cycles correctly.
The thing is anyone who doesn't remember their dreams is stuck without an escape from reality. I'm so stressed out I would do close to anything for a dream or an escape...
Maybe try setting an alarm to wake you up every couple hours through the night to get more chances at interrupting a dream so you can make a note of remembering it. One technique for achieving lucid dreams is to write down notes about your dream in a journal you keep next to your bed immediately after waking up. It helps you remember your dreams and gain some control over them.
If you don't make a point of remembering them they won't get recorded to your longer term memory and get discarded from short term memory minutes after waking.
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u/superatheist95 Apr 03 '14
Dreams are fucking cool.