dreamweaver
Who: Laura Roslin and ??
Where: Cafe
What: Sorting out troubled thoughts
When: Backdated to early this morning
Rating: No more than PG I don't think
There was going to come a time when she wouldn't be able to blame not sleeping on Tamara anymore. It was true, the way the baby woke up in the middle of the night more than once, but more often than not, Laura was waking of her own accord. She wasn't on chamalla and there was no more cancer, so she honestly had no explanation for the nightmares she was having.
She wasn't dreaming about the Opera House, this all seemed bigger than that. But it always ended the same way; with her standing on an unfamiliar planet watching it be destroyed. Different things always happened during the bulk of the dreams. Sometimes she'd talk to one of the Six models. Sometimes a Leoben model. But it always ended with a nuclear attack.
This morning she'd written Bill a note after putting Tamara in her bassinet beside their bed, then bundled up tightly to walk to the cafe. She was sitting now at a table, staring at nothing as she tried to understand.
((Feel free to bug her.))
Where: Cafe
What: Sorting out troubled thoughts
When: Backdated to early this morning
Rating: No more than PG I don't think
There was going to come a time when she wouldn't be able to blame not sleeping on Tamara anymore. It was true, the way the baby woke up in the middle of the night more than once, but more often than not, Laura was waking of her own accord. She wasn't on chamalla and there was no more cancer, so she honestly had no explanation for the nightmares she was having.
She wasn't dreaming about the Opera House, this all seemed bigger than that. But it always ended the same way; with her standing on an unfamiliar planet watching it be destroyed. Different things always happened during the bulk of the dreams. Sometimes she'd talk to one of the Six models. Sometimes a Leoben model. But it always ended with a nuclear attack.
This morning she'd written Bill a note after putting Tamara in her bassinet beside their bed, then bundled up tightly to walk to the cafe. She was sitting now at a table, staring at nothing as she tried to understand.
((Feel free to bug her.))