Dreaming of France

Some time ago, I dreamed I traveled to Paris with my high school French class, some time in the winter. We didn't see anything that travelers flock to, but rather wandered around a snowy suburb that didn't look that dissimilar to some of our homes back in the States. I think we visited a gas station.

This morning (I usually remember my morning dreams more clearly) I dreamed that I revisited that suburb of Paris, accompanied this time by characters from Star Trek: The Next Generation. After a few moments, I exclaimed, "I know this place! I've been here before! I... aw, man, it was a dream!" When I woke up, I couldn't shake the feeling that deep down, for some unknown time, a part of me genuinely believed I'd been to Paris in the winter.

And it wasn't until I began writing this post that I realized that I'd had yet another dream featuring people from Star Trek. At least nobody was in their pajamas in this one. But I still want to see that commercial.

To Elaborate on a Tweet

Yesterday I told Twitter that I'd dreamed that the cast members of each Star Trek series danced in pajamas. It was a delightful dream to wake up remembering, and thinking of it now makes me smile, so I'm going to share it more fully, as much as I can really remember.

More than anything, the overall feeling of the dream was that it was a commercial, done in support of some organization, or cause, or something. And I don't recall clearly certain casts being present (really, all I remember were the original cast, and the Next Generation cast), though the idea of the dream was that it was supposed to be everyone. And for some reason Gates McFadden wasn't in pajamas, but a rather simple and basic black bra and panties set. Patrick Stewart was in red silk, Wil Wheaton was in blue flannel (I think with horses on it). William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy were arm in arm, wearing matching pjs, and singing and dancing. They looked like they were having the most fun with it. Brent Spiner was doing the sprinkler, and George Takei started breakdancing at one point. There were a lot of other people there, but the specifics on what they were wearing and how they were dancing are lost in dreamland.

I woke up wishing I could find it on YouTube. I woke up wanting to support whatever it was that they wanted me to. I woke up wanting to ask Wil Wheaton via Twitter if he owned flannel jammies. I woke up feeling good, and smiley, and I giggle a little whenever I think about it. Like I am now, and have been all through the writing of this.