TM Prompt 265
TM Prompt #265: What did you dream last night?
I ... gods, do we really have to go there?
Well. Okay. Frak, it's always the same thing. It's always Earth, as I thought I knew it, set beside the Earth we actually found. And that's really no godsdamned comparison at all. The Earth I found (or thought I found ... frak, I don't know) was lush and beautiful. I'm not one to find beauty in small things, or big things for that matter, but this ... this was beautiful. This was something else, like I was seeing trees for the very first time, like I was seeing oceans after only ever hearing them described. I dream those things and I remember them and then I wake up, and I remember reality, and it's ... it's frakked-up.
Sometimes the dream sets those two scenes side by side. I see the green and the blue and then I see the Old Man stooping down, picking up the useless soil and letting it sift through his hands. I hear the clicking of the radiation counter. And I want to scream, I want to say it's not true, that all of us are dreaming and that any second we'll wake up and Earth will be ... Earth. Like I thought it was. Like it was supposed to be. Like it's our home, a better home than Caprica or Delphi or any of the Twelve Colonies.
Instead, nothing's like it's supposed to be. Not anymore. But then I guess it never was.
Now I think dreams are the only form of escape we have. That escape used to be Earth, but frak that. That turned out to be bullshit, just like almost every other one of our dreams. So now all we have are our own frakking minds.
Scary prospect.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Words: 296
Mun note: So, hi! I'm mostly back, after a hellish summer and a busy fall. I apologize for the long absence, and I promise I'll try to be better about updating and answering prompts. I'd best be, as Kara has become available at theatrical_muse and I'm next on the waiting list! *squee* This is my application post - I'm going to send it off tonight and hopefully be accepted by week's end. *bounces* Can't wait!
I ... gods, do we really have to go there?
Well. Okay. Frak, it's always the same thing. It's always Earth, as I thought I knew it, set beside the Earth we actually found. And that's really no godsdamned comparison at all. The Earth I found (or thought I found ... frak, I don't know) was lush and beautiful. I'm not one to find beauty in small things, or big things for that matter, but this ... this was beautiful. This was something else, like I was seeing trees for the very first time, like I was seeing oceans after only ever hearing them described. I dream those things and I remember them and then I wake up, and I remember reality, and it's ... it's frakked-up.
Sometimes the dream sets those two scenes side by side. I see the green and the blue and then I see the Old Man stooping down, picking up the useless soil and letting it sift through his hands. I hear the clicking of the radiation counter. And I want to scream, I want to say it's not true, that all of us are dreaming and that any second we'll wake up and Earth will be ... Earth. Like I thought it was. Like it was supposed to be. Like it's our home, a better home than Caprica or Delphi or any of the Twelve Colonies.
Instead, nothing's like it's supposed to be. Not anymore. But then I guess it never was.
Now I think dreams are the only form of escape we have. That escape used to be Earth, but frak that. That turned out to be bullshit, just like almost every other one of our dreams. So now all we have are our own frakking minds.
Scary prospect.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Words: 296
Mun note: So, hi! I'm mostly back, after a hellish summer and a busy fall. I apologize for the long absence, and I promise I'll try to be better about updating and answering prompts. I'd best be, as Kara has become available at theatrical_muse and I'm next on the waiting list! *squee* This is my application post - I'm going to send it off tonight and hopefully be accepted by week's end. *bounces* Can't wait!