(Un)Pleasant Dreams

Maybe I do just have an over active imagination, Ice thought. He really had very little evidence for his conspiracy theory, and he knew it, but some days he was just so desperate for something different to happen that he was willing to believe any story if it would add some interest. The most unbelievable part of his conspiracy was that this shape shifter was their passenger to be. What a gross assumption. What a strange thing to hope for.

He knew the trip was long, and he had a pretty good feeling that he knew what Jake would be doing. As long as he didn't go back into the cockpit, the next few hours would be in complete solitude. He saw the time as an opportunity to indulge in one of his hobbies. No, not conspiracy theories. Paper back novels. They hadn't been printed for years, but Ice had a reasonable collection assembled. He was currently in the middle of reading "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" which provided some very different perspectives on existence.

As he read his eyes slowly glazed over and sleep set in. And with sleep came the dreams. Dreams of companionship, dreams of belonging and dreams of love. Dreams of grassy knolls, smiles, and warm embraces. Dreams of being care free.

He often had pleasant dreams. Though, he wondered how pleasant they really were considering the harsh reality check that occurred every time he awoke. The age old expression applies here, is it better to have loved and lost, then to not have loved at all? Even if it was just a dream, it always felt real until morning. Who knows if he was better off or not because of these dreams, and who really cares. It is how it is, he thought.