In Memoriam
Tagged as ironyard
Written on 2017-07-26 07:36:00
I had a dream last night but don't remember much of it. I was the commander of a small starship I think. I don't know if we were civilian or military. I spent some time speaking to staff and checking various stations. And then the new recruits started arriving, nervous and eager. I think Owings was there welcoming them with me.
At some point, as the arrivals became distracted with idle chat, I flipped on the engines with a switch. They hummed to life and we all felt the ship rise slightly beneath us, rocking slightly, our hearts in our throats. A number of recruits shifted to regain their balance. The room fell quiet. I smiled and woke up.
The only part of the dream that matters is that brief moment of floating. Before the voyage really starts. Before we know each other.
I know it's silly but it can still be important.
I believe in what we did at The Iron Yard.
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by Brit Butler 