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Captains Log 2.22.2201

Dryson

Commodore
Commodore
Weird Borg dream.

I supposed to go to work this morning, but got rain out. Made it home by 7:30 AM and decided to take a nap. Started napping and just work up from that nap at around 12:30 PM. Four hour dream time plus being up for an additional 3.00 hours. Was up at 04:30 AM to get ready to then be picked up by 05:30 AM.

The dream started out looking on large phalanx' of large war machines walking on two or four legs at the center of each phalanx. The central phalanx of each assault wave was were the war machines were located. The war machines had their own protective cube of soldiers at least, forming a perfect cube around the war machines at all times.

On the flanks of the center phalanx were smaller phalanx numbering in the lower thousands as well, that moved forwards and back as the central phalanx moved backwards. Between two phalanx there was a single phalanx with a medium war machine on two legs.

The attack on the city at the base of a large spire shaped mountain with buildings on the side of the mountain began with the war machines firing phaser or disruptor weapons against the city at the base of the mountain. A small river was between the city and the base with a larger river out in front of the city. A small defense force between the river and the oncoming war machines, glinted in the morning sun. The shield buckled with every shot as photo torpedo's began firing from the war machines.

In the sky above the war machines, a type of small, friendly fighter craft buzzed the war machines with phaser and torpedo fire. Occasionally a fighter would stop, suspend near a war machine before quickly speeding off. Most of the friendly fighters were shot down using this maneuver. Moving in closer to one war machine I found out what the fighters were up to. A paratrooper, wearing a suit reminiscent of the Red Angel suit, would jump from the hovering fighter and make her or his way to the war machine. Most didn't make it and were consumed by phaser fire coming from troop ports on the war machine. A few did make it. The paratrooper landed on the aft section of a smaller war machine. The air around the panel became disrupted, like a spacial anomaly was forming. The paratrooper then unfolded some type of flat panel that had smaller cubes glowing on the face of the panel. When the panels arranged properly, most likely some type of hacking device, the war machine, the paratrooper and most of the phalanx', including the central phalanx, disappeared for one second in a blight white light surrounded by a light yellow halo. When the phalanx' returned, they all fell, dead, to the ground and were burnt to a crisp.
 
The dream then picks up inside of a concentration camp at night. The camps were four sided and constructed of chain link fence with barbed wire at the top. Each block of the camp moved either up or down or left or right in a random pattern. Each block looked to have hundreds of POW's. Off in the distance on the sides of hills surrounding the camp, Cities glowed yellow in the night, most likely due to raging fires.

I listened to the screams of people around me and was then drawn to their screams. The block we were in moved towards the edge of a grassy plain. Below, cragged rocks jutted out of the total darkness. When our block and other blocks stopped at the edge of the plain, spherical shaped ships with four engines
mounted each leg, came out of the darkness towards us. The ships hovered in perfect alignment to each other. Hatches on the ships opened and the ramps came down. I watched as each block emptied and walked towards the sphere furthest away from me. When the time came for own block to be emptied we did so. Those who tried to run were removed from existence by a quick lance of green fire from the sphere. Different locations each time though. Gunners? An automated system would use the same weapon port each time. Inside the sphere was as bright as the sun. People walked by me but I never found out where they went to.

In the next part of the dream I can remember trying to explain to the human looking captor that their god was not real but was merely some kind of super robot. They simply laughed and threw me into another cel block. This time when the captors came, the human had been replaced by a Borg drone. Returning to another prison camp where I must have been promoted for some reason because I was access to a computer and data banks, I came across a Borg symbol, along with references to Starfleet, DATA, Dr. Crusher and Hugh. Printing the symbol off, I ran to the person in charge and showed them the symbol and then matched the two symbols on a piece of equippment in the room. The ploy must have worked because in the next scene, I and a yellow school bus of refugees, including the cell block warden from before, were racing along a forest dirt road towards a mountain ahead. We also make the tunnel when a large spotlight from an overhead craft passes over and then hovers in front of the bus. The dream ended there.
 
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