Good Wayne

Dream Sequence

I was on Battlestar Galactica.

The first part is really fuzzy. I was a pilot, or at least in a flight suit and I think I got shot down or something. I got picked up by a freighter that was on an exploration mission to an Earth-like planet.

They pulled me into the main cargo bay. It was dark, old metal and illuminated with red lights. There were makeshift cubes and sleeping bags, mattresses and cooking areas. It was a lot like the tramp freighters from the old series.

There were a couple of other pilots here as well. We, apparently all got shot down and picked up by the same freighter. We were sitting around on some mattresses on the floor near the rear for the cargo bay when the ship was attacked by the Cylons.

Only they brought just one ship. It was bigger than the freighter and shaped like a box with a tapered end. It had these giant weird arms on the sides. They were on hinges and came out down the length of the ship, ending in sort of a ribbed cone. The ship came in above us and the arms moved down and the cones started firing lasers that sliced through our ship.

They cut in long lengths, slicing the ship into strips. The other pilots and I quickly put our helmets on and started running back and forth in the cargo bay trying to avoid the laser as it diced up the ship.

Then the arms of the Cylon ship had claws and it began to peel the freshly cut ship apart like an orange. As the hull was torn apart the people around me were sucked into space, their arms violently trying to clutch at anything to keep them inside. I looked up as a section of hull was bent backwards to see space and the planet below.

One of the other pilots pushed me and some others into an escape pod and it jettisoned as soon as the door closed.

From there, we made planet fall, but the Cylons were all over the place. At first, it was the big metal ones. They would morph between old series and new. They shoot at us and then would return to just walking around. Eventually, we decided that playing dead would make them go away. For some reason, the flight suits would shield any life readings, so as long as we stayed still, they would buy it.

So we laid on the ground and they came along and inspected our bodies. Then they picked us up and put us on some couches they had near some houses. I continued to play dead, but sometimes I would leave my eyes open to see what was happening.

After awhile, the metal Cylons went away and were replaced by human-Cylons. These were families. Men, women and children. But they were all identical familes. They were using the planet as a way-station for wherever they were headed and needed to clear out the humans in order to rest.

The kids jumped on our bodies and the men and women said things about how they pitied us. After a long while of this, they all just disappeared. But now, instead of other pilots, Tine was there. I got up from the couch and opened my helmet which was filled with fog from my breath.

We wandered around an empty mountain town, but we spotted the old metal Cylons coming up the hillside in a jeep.

Quickly, we found a house to hide in. It was Burt Reynolds house and it was full of clutter. We moved back and forth through the rooms, but they all had these giant glass windows that weren't very easy to hide behind, despite the amount of junk all around the house.

As the Cylons began walking around town, looking in windows and going into houses, I found a room within a room. Like a panic room. We hid in there, but the Cylons were coming into the house. We could hear the glass from the windows smashing and their heavy footfalls crushing the shards and moving about. We looked around the room for someplace to hide and then moved under the bed.

We could hear them right outside the door. Under the bed, Tine moved some sheet and there was a small trap door there that we opened...

And I woke up.