I'm not a Cylon but my cat is
Oct. 26th, 2008 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankyoldmanStrange dream, which read something like a self-insert crossover (though, frankly, if there is a place to self-insert, it's your own dreams).
BSG/TNG/My Life. I had apparently taken over Gaeta's job (he was still dealing with the leg and I'll leave it at that for those of you that haven't seen the fourth season) and Baltar was in the main deck babbling about cats or something. Just then, my cat, Pepper, dashes through the command room. Adama is Not Amused. I try not to giggle, because even in a self-insert dream, I can't stop being his fangirl. Thankfully Roslin wasn't around or it might have been bad.
"See! CATS ARE EVERYWHERE NOW." Baltar said, flailing like the crazyhead he is.
"People like cats, they can use their resources however they want." Adama was obviously trying to get Baltar out of his command room and go call his girlfriend.
"I'll take care of the damn thing." Tigh also made me want to hug him. But I interjected about here, saying it was my cat.
That's when Data showed up. (truefact: as a little sproutling watching TNG, I was further solidified to be in engineering because Geordi was an engineer and his best friend was Data, who I wanted to be my best friend. The dork runs deep)
Data was apparently the Colonials' Friendly Robot and he voiced his worry because he'd seen TWO of his cat Spot. WHICH WE ALL KNOW IS HOW YOU SPOT A CYLON. So I ended up volunteering to help Data search out the Cylon Cats, and basically had the most fun ever, as we distinguished the Cylon from the real by giving them a light tap on the head (the real ones just hissed at you, the Cylon ones had a glitch and would do something distinctly non-organic).
At the end of the dream, I ran into Roslin and I gave her a "you go get 'em" and she looked at me like I was crazy.
Best. Dream. Ever. I sort of want to write that now. XD
Now I need to stop procrastinating and write this damn paper. And do dishes.
~Cendri
BSG/TNG/My Life. I had apparently taken over Gaeta's job (he was still dealing with the leg and I'll leave it at that for those of you that haven't seen the fourth season) and Baltar was in the main deck babbling about cats or something. Just then, my cat, Pepper, dashes through the command room. Adama is Not Amused. I try not to giggle, because even in a self-insert dream, I can't stop being his fangirl. Thankfully Roslin wasn't around or it might have been bad.
"See! CATS ARE EVERYWHERE NOW." Baltar said, flailing like the crazyhead he is.
"People like cats, they can use their resources however they want." Adama was obviously trying to get Baltar out of his command room and go call his girlfriend.
"I'll take care of the damn thing." Tigh also made me want to hug him. But I interjected about here, saying it was my cat.
That's when Data showed up. (truefact: as a little sproutling watching TNG, I was further solidified to be in engineering because Geordi was an engineer and his best friend was Data, who I wanted to be my best friend. The dork runs deep)
Data was apparently the Colonials' Friendly Robot and he voiced his worry because he'd seen TWO of his cat Spot. WHICH WE ALL KNOW IS HOW YOU SPOT A CYLON. So I ended up volunteering to help Data search out the Cylon Cats, and basically had the most fun ever, as we distinguished the Cylon from the real by giving them a light tap on the head (the real ones just hissed at you, the Cylon ones had a glitch and would do something distinctly non-organic).
At the end of the dream, I ran into Roslin and I gave her a "you go get 'em" and she looked at me like I was crazy.
Best. Dream. Ever. I sort of want to write that now. XD
Now I need to stop procrastinating and write this damn paper. And do dishes.
~Cendri
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Date: 2008-10-27 01:17 am (UTC)Good luck on the paper.