A weird Star Trek dream I had last night (I feel safe in posing it, as it's too ludicrous to ever become even a fanfic in a 'zine):
It was in the form of a Star Trek episode (not one that ever aired, nor anything published as licensed tie-in prose). In the dream, I was watching the episode, my dad was in the room, rather uncomprehending of the action, and Janeway was the central character. And she was at some sort of conference, that included some sort of trade show in which certain VIPs were to receive a new perfume, under orders to rescue some VIP who was being held prisoner (yet attending the conference, and slated to receive the perfume), by inserting a small device (either a weapon or a communication device) into the individually tagged box containing her perfume bottle). She was armed with some sort of shape-shifting smart rifle. She commanded the rifle to shapeshift into some sort of mobile robotic musical sculpture that was big enough to conceal her and the entire cartload of individually boxed and tagged perfume bottles. At some point, somebody (played by the late Logan Ramsey!) dropped off bags of "free samples" of something, which (just as I woke up) turned out to be poisoned.
It was in the form of a Star Trek episode (not one that ever aired, nor anything published as licensed tie-in prose). In the dream, I was watching the episode, my dad was in the room, rather uncomprehending of the action, and Janeway was the central character. And she was at some sort of conference, that included some sort of trade show in which certain VIPs were to receive a new perfume, under orders to rescue some VIP who was being held prisoner (yet attending the conference, and slated to receive the perfume), by inserting a small device (either a weapon or a communication device) into the individually tagged box containing her perfume bottle). She was armed with some sort of shape-shifting smart rifle. She commanded the rifle to shapeshift into some sort of mobile robotic musical sculpture that was big enough to conceal her and the entire cartload of individually boxed and tagged perfume bottles. At some point, somebody (played by the late Logan Ramsey!) dropped off bags of "free samples" of something, which (just as I woke up) turned out to be poisoned.
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