In one I was a Search and Rescue person in an EVA suit in the junk field outside a space station. El (Eliot Spencer) had been assigned to test a new whatsit for his retrieval ship, and I had been assigned to standby for when it went wrong. ... yes, when. I did point this out to him but we went out anyway.
So then there was a BIG crash, but it was weird, because my HUD wasn't agreeing with my own senses. So I took my helmet off.
Yes, in space.
My subconscious is well trained and knows in space dreams I'm nasically a human form TARDIS. This solves many problems.
The helmet had graphics overlays to convince it was an accident when actually something aimed had hit his ship. His suit beacon wasn't going off and he wasn't visible in the calculated vectors for the debris field. So I used our soul bond instead.
Which was handy.
I found him floating with very little air left, so I gave him mine, since I don't use it. Except mine was almost out too, in contradiction of the displays.
And then I recognised two of the objects about to hit each other, in time to duck us behind the nearest heavy shielding, because once they hit they released a gigantic burst of radiation, plenty enough to finish off normal humans and wnough to be problematic even for us.
... I don't think El was an I mortal in this dream, but he's very plenty resilient even at usual times.
So that's a great setup, though I'd probably not be a TARDIS. I could be an AI in a society that made hiding my nature advisable. And I'd be in search and retrieval because I'd be able to go places humans couldn't, but if the society is anti AI enough they wouldn't be using that advantage already then there's some serious problem between the forms of sentience. And that makes a love story with El a great basis for bringing sides closer together, and then it would be my first thought for why anyone would want to get rid of us, except if they'd known about me they'd try a different method, so we'd be caught up in some other problem but not even aware of it yet. To even get El to medical safely would require a bunch of high speed sneaking around. We'd have to play pool off of space junk, to avoid giving off detectable energy signatures, and get a trajectory straight back to the medical section. That would be fun.
The other dream was me saving Uther, BBC Merlin style. Yes I know millions wouldn't. But with who plays him I'd be in the habit.
It's time for Arthur to take up his crown and his destiny, but Uther is still alive. So I was running around trying to juggle politics so everyone had something to do. Something worthy of them and commensurate with their skills at the time.
I decided that Uther had managed quite well at the raising a son parts, so obviously he should do that again.
... no the dream didn't get on to the logical active bit of that plan, instead we ended up running around the castle while people came out of cryo sleep and tried to make it an age of technology, but I kept demonstrating that it was the age of magic, because the ability to flip bits with your mind without really trying can make absolute messes of tech.
But still. That was an interesting plan.
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