Ordinarily I wouldn't have posted this at all, but this is now the third time I've had this particular nightmare. Each time I get a little further into it before waking.
I find myself on Epsilon IX, in a lower communications room flirting with a lady that shares the room with me. This time around I got into details about what we were flirting about: I was heading to Wrigley's Pleasure Planet tomorrow for shore leave, and she was giving me a hard time about it. I insisted that I wasn't going there for the women, she waves me off with a whatever shrug, picks up an earpiece (which I now recognized as the same kind of earpiece the alien in Voyage Home was using during the initial probe encounter with Earth) and starts talking into it, "This is Epsilon IX calling USS Columbia..." My attention to her trails off as I notice that the drone I was controlling has intercepted a Klingon communication. I pull up the list of communication codes that we have on file for the Klingons and quickly realize that they are using a code that I have on file, entering the decryption algorithm and activating the universal translator, I start to listen in. Realizing its important I forward the communication to Ops, and move my drone closer to investigate. She settles in over my shoulder, and starts breathing on my ear, but that's the most notice I take of her. As soon as I get close enough to see the battle my perspective changes. All I can see is what's on my screen, and I no longer have any control over it. (at this point all I can hear are the special effects and Jerry Goldsmith's score of the battle too)
A zoomed out view of the cloud, the lights flashing as it launches, not a ball of plasma but, a solid projectile sorta like a rail gun. The projectile whizzes past and skewers one of the Klingon Cruisers, it travels along the length of the cruiser, essentially breaking it in half. My perspective shifts to the interior of the Klingon ship, where Klingons (in modern makeup, not the TMP makeup) Are frantically trying to keep themselves from being sucked into space, blood is flying everywhere. The view goes back out as the Klingon's core breaches and the ship disintegrates.
The camera jerks (ala BSG) to the front end of the remaining Klingon ship, where I see the helmsmen through the WINDOW!
in a cockpit in front of the commander. I hear in English, "We've seen enough, Helm prepare for Warp Speed." "Warp Speed, Aye." The view goes into the bridge where Mark Lenard (in the TMP makeup) leans forward as the tactical screen alerts him to an incoming fire.
Back outside the projectile whizzes past.
"Icsh!"
Camera snaps around and zooms in tight on the rear of the Klingon Ship (where there's now three torpedo launchers instead of one, the center one starts to glow as it prepares to fire)
"Bak!"
Torpedo leaps from the launcher, explodes as it hits the projectile, slow motion explosion, projectile emerges from the explosion unharmed, and skewers that ship, with the same blood and gore from the first ship, before it explodes from its own core breach.
I Woke up.
I think what bothered me the most about it this time was the Klingon ships, I could see them clear as day, and while they vaguely resembled the K't'ingas, they looked like they had been JJized. That and the silly shaky camera movement. So overdone.
Honestly, the JJprise doesn't bother me too much, with two exceptions, both of them from a practical standpoint rather than a design standpoint. 1. the Window. Really? You want for someone to be able to just stare into your bridge? 2. the Main deflector, it sticks out too much, while it doesn't bother me a whole lot from the aesthetic standpoint, it bothers me that it restricts the firing arc of the Torpedo Launcher.
Topic: So, Nightmare from last night (Read 1611 times)