the long bitter nights and the wild winter's day

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Nightmares are back. In spite of not having seen any Star Trek in a very long time, I keep having these vivid dreams of being assimilated by the Borg. Last night I dreamt of a group of colonists on a space station being invaded by Borg. The colonists hid the children, hoping they wouldn't be found. The adults ran as far as they could, which only kept taking them in circles. The Borg chased the adults and pinned the ones still living in a large arboretum. Other Borg marched in the children and assimilated them one by one. The adults wouldn't watch; they closed their eyes and plugged their ears to try to drown out the screaming. The children, assimilated and unassimilated alike, looked to their parents for comfort and only saw cowards. The adults figured it didn't matter if they disappointed their children now, as everyone would be dead or assimilated by the end of the day. No one had any hope. Mostly I was living out the dream as one of the adults; sometimes my viewpoint would change to that of one of the children, especially at the end. I had no way to block the screaming, no way to look away, and no way to escape. I just had to watch and listen, unable to help myself or anyone else.

Yes, I suspect my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

In a week, I'm flying to MI. I am, in every possible way, unprepared for this trip.