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Learned why the dreams are so different, and what killed my dad and his ship. The ship that destroyed Vulcan, it was the same one as killed my dad.

I met an older Spock. The same Spock from my first dreams. He was... so much older than I last remembered. I can't imagine what he's been through in the century since my first death.

We melded, and he showed me many things about the future. Waking up from that had been like... reliving my other life all over again. He showed me that the enemy ship had come from the future, and that its commander would stop at nothing until the Federation was destroyed. Vulcan was only the beginning.

With the elder Spock's help, I was able to get back onto the Enterprise, and proved to Spock that he was emotionally compromised. I took command of the ship. Spock eventually returned to the bridge, and we hatched a plan to catch the enemy unaware, and beam on board his ship.

We rescued our Captain, who'd been captured, and stopped the attack on Earth.

How many copies of me does the world need? Seriously.

My Dreams are nuts.

Dream me apparently has a problem with authority. Though, if you're going to show up in someone else's kingdom with your friggin' army just to flex your nuts to the world, you should really expect someone to pick a fight with you.

Which I did. Gladly.

As a reward I apparently got my weapon, because yeah, sure, items just showing up in my living room is totally normal. Kinda really like it, though.

( Cut for potential Wonder Woman spoilers, viewable to all )

I think my parents meant well in the dreams, but constantly reinforcing that what happened had been my fault and that I should conceal my emotions wasn't exactly healthy and I'm already an anxious person, these dreams aren't helping.

These dreams aren't any fun any more.

Alright, well, here I go, I seem to be a member of the dreaming club after all.

I dreamed I was a completely different person, with the same name, but like... a half-giant, of a race called Goliaths. It was crazy. I was part of a group called the Herd of Storms, and a lot of the group were real assholes, including me, sometimes.

Then I saved some really small guy, a gnome, from death, and the herd decided, or rather the leader decided, to beat the hell out of me and leave me for dead.

And that was where I woke up.

And the really creepy part? I had aches, little cuts, and bruises all over like it had really happened, but awhile back.

It's a little hard to believe that the first Kirby video game came out 25 years ago. I've spent the past couple days when not at work, playing Kirby games on my 3ds. They put some of his older games on sale in the eShop and I still had some credit on my account from Christmas.

Guess who's back, bitches?