Had myself another Trek dream. This one was far more conventional than the one I mentioned before. It took place during the Dominion War, before Jadzia Dax’s death.

For the last several decades/couple centuries, an offshoot of the Federation had been living within a pocket universe in self-imposed exile, but they had returned, claiming they wanted to rejoin the Federation and assist in the fight against the Dominion.

Sisko, Jadzia, Bashir, myself (assuming the role of an anonymous goldshirt who had the hots for Jadzia), and a security team travelled to an uninhabited planet to meet with the representatives of the Offshoots. Once we were there, though, we were attacked by Offshoot ships. Taken prisoner, we were sent into the pocket universe to the Offshoot capital world, where we learned the Offshoots’ true plan was to conquer the Federation and make it a part of their own cruel empire.

Some weird metafictional shit then went down. We were placed in a watery cell, but it really was just a shallow tank on a set, with cameras pointed at us. Then the tank was a waterlogged wooden floor, which I laid upon and slapped to produce the in-camera sound effects.

We then found ourselves in a small room, where we found a twelve-year-old boy sitting at a table under a solitary bright light furiously cutting and trimming pictures out of magazines. When we asked him if he was making a collage, he told us that while the Offshoots sometimes allowed him to glue the clippings into his scrapbook, for the most part they were forcing him to aimlessly cut the pictures out for hours on end just as a form of psychological torture.

The dream went hazy after that. There was an evil bulldog alien and a large box full of Simpsons comics, but that’s all I remember from that point forward.

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Oh, and the Offshoot ruling family were distant relatives of Sisko or something.