I'm writing about this one 3 days after the fact, so my memory is limited. What is it with me and weird sci-fi dreams? I'm not complaining, I like them, but it is a little unusual. This dream seemed to be a perversion of the Battlestar Galactica world as created by the current Sci-Fi channel production.

As it starts out, I'm participating in a clandestine mission to retrieve some special explosives from a planet that has been occupied by a cybernetic race of beings that is at war with my people. Fortunately, my squad of specialists has the use of a special ship that is able to travel via "quantum relocation", which is a fancy way of saying "teleportation". This ship also is able to disguise itself through a sort of chameleon feature that makes the outside of the ship appear as something else. For this mission, the ship was configured to mimic a small building of an architectural style that is common on the planet that was our destination.

We arrived at the planet and exited our ship, which had fortunately appeared in a deserted and ruined former urban area. We set out to complete our mission. We found the explosives we were seeking fairly easily, and they had the appearance of simple plastic explosives. Our mission didn't hinge on our knowledge of what we sought, however, so none of us was aware of what was so special about them. At some point while we were gathering what we needed, someone set off an alarm, and an automated voice started droning that intruders had been detected, and that the authorities would arrive in 4 minutes. It may seem strange to tell intruders when they could expect the authorities, but the alarm had clearly been designed to warn the people who lived/worked in the building, not the intruders. We weren't sure if the alarm was a relic of the city that once was, or had been placed by the cybernetic enemies, but we took no chances and vacated the premises immediately. There was some necessary dramatic tension as we fled towards our craft, with the cybernetics on our heels. We narrowly reached the ship ahead of them, and engaged the QRD (Quantum Relocation Drive). However, the cybernetics were one step ahead of us, and somehow diverted our ship, causing us to relocate in the middle of one of their carriers. Here, we were captured an interrogated, politely, by human-appearing cybernetics. They seemed to have no desire to harm us, and were equally unaware of anything special about the explosives we'd been sent to retrieve.

There was a lot of "me" in this dream character I was playing. Rather than seeing these cybernetics as hated enemies, I was excited about the opportunity to ask them questions and learn about their "culture". Apparently, I found out, it was a major sore spot with them that they were never able to understand music and the arts, and they couldn't understand why these concepts continued to escape their grasp. I offered to try to teach them in exchange for my life, but I never got any indication of whether or not they were interested  in the proposition.

At this point, we were placed back in our ship and, to our surprise, sent back to our home-world, which was the last holdout against their conquest. Our surprise turned to horror, as we arrived in orbit around the planet, in the midst of a unimaginably vast attack fleet which had already begun to severely bombard the planet's surface. My last memory in the dream was turning the ship around to confront a huge enemy attack ship, which seemed not even to notice us as we shattered against it's hull.

Those of you that have watched the new BSG can probably recognize the similarities that probably were the inspiration of the dream. But it's different enough to where a few minor detail changes could make it entirely different.