Secrets and Dreams

Commodore Crusher finished setting up the "surprise" in Maelwys's quarters. With the high level of tension on the station, given the several conflicts that had happened in recent times, a handful of pranks had been setup by some of the station personnel. Several were still waiting, like the "exploding" bottle of bloodwine hidden deep in the bar by Maelwys. Some had been met with Smiles (like the Bach-playing music boxes replicated into every dinner tray and cover). Some had been met with arrests (Like when TDS had the station's Water distribution system put normally-harmless green dye, he claimed he didn't know it was toxic to Bolians [both are recovering rapidly in sickbay])
 

After Wes had left, Mael entered his quarters, and was Immediatly hit by a pie. "Alright jeff," he mistakenly said aloud, "this isn't over yet, we'll see who has the last laugh"

And it soon became obvious this would continue for several more pranks at the very least...

{Is this offical?}
-And it was sure to go for sveral more pranks at least- Which included a holoprojection on every deck of the same thing, the waste disposal area, set up by someone who was never caught. And the viewscreens everywhere reading the same number as it would appear on a calculator, 0.7734 What 0.7734 meant nobody knew. Exceot for one person. The one who had set up and started the pranks. The notorious crewmember who had evaded all detction of his jokes until now. The ever-famous.........TBC.

What 0.7734 meant nobody knew. Except for one person. The one who had set up and started the pranks. The notorious crewmember who had evaded all action of his jokes until now. The ever-famous...Cuppa Joe! Yes, the one and only Cuppa Joe, who is known to many as one of the most annoying human beings alive. Always ready to [CENSORED by Admin] people off Cuppa Joe had created this elaborate practical joke-making scheme so as to annoy everyone, yet avoid a ban of some sort. No one of course knew who the culprit was. He was covering his tracks. Not very well, but then again not many paid that much attention until they got a cherry and custard cream pie in the face as soon they entered their quarters. (Not to be confused with loose change) Cuppa Joe had yet to be discovered, and he felt invincible. He was setting up the most elaborate, and dangerous practical joke that anyone had ever heard of. He was going to screw around with their dreams til the point that when everyone "awoke" they would still be asleep!

To Be Continued... (unless someone erases this, which seems to happen a lot.)

Cuppa Joe had yet to be discovered, and he felt invincible. He was setting up the most elaborate, and dangerous practical joke that anyone had ever heard of. He was going to screw around with their dreams til the point that when everyone "awoke" they would still be asleep!
 

While Cuppa Joe was working on his master prank, the sequence of pranks he started was escalating, and things appeared to be growing out of hand. It wasn't yet dangerous enough to order a halt (it was still lightening the mood of the station), it was apparent that whoever had started the entire thing needed to be found. the only problem was, by this time so many others had pulled of pranks against who they thought had done one to them, that noone had any clue where to begin, until Lwaxana had an Idea... (TBC)

Until Lwaxana had an idea... Her idea was simple and anyone should have thought of it, sensory cameras! When the station had been constructed no one had thought to put them in so she would now. The only prolbem was that if someone was messing with your dreams then you can't see them... And when Lwaxana's dreams were the first to be intruded
things got VERY crazy...(TBC)

**The Bridge**

The turbolift door opened; everyone turned around. The young Bajoran figure stepped out and turned to the science console.

"Don't worry, everyone," said Cott Tedes, "I'm just catching up on some work." He replicated a strong coffee and noted that the computer had erased his entire project. He whirled round to Telek R'Mor, standing behind him.

"Doctor, did you..."

Tedes raised an eyebrow as the Romulan suddenly began to dance the Macarena across the Bridge, suddenly followed by the entire bridge crew. Hmm. Surreal. Then, as quickly as they'd started, the dancers returned to normal.

"You were asking something, Tedes?"

"Uh... yeah. I was wondering if you deleted my fi... Doctor, why are you turning into a somewhat strangely-shaped potato? Doctor?... Oh, it's a dream. It's a flipping dream..."

At which point Tedes woke up. On the floor of the Cargo Bay. With a very puzzled Lwaxana Troi sitting by him.

"Lwax, was am I doing sitting on the cargo bay floor in my pajamas?"

"That's a funny place to have a cargo bay floor."

"Not funny."

"Actually, I was about to ask you the same."

"I just had the weirdest dream... everyone on the bridge danced the Macarena... then R'Mor turned into a potato..."

"So did I!..," exclaimed Lwaxana, "except in mine, it was in the Kedanya Lounge, and everybody was dancing the Macarena... then you turned into a potato."

"There is something definitively dodgy going on here."

But little did the pair of dreamers know exactly who had been messing with their mind... and that they were not as awake as they thought... and that things would be getting much weirder from here...

TBC... by anyone who can be bothered...

But little did the pair of dreamers know exactly who had been messing with their mind... and that they were not as awake as they thought... and that things would be getting much weirder from here...

Meanwhile, Commodore Crusher had just ordered a systems readiness check on the entire shields array of the Reunion to find the reasons for the recent fluctuations of shield power.

Commander RoToRa had barely confirmed the request when suddenly, the shields array sprang into full action, draining energy from all parts of the ship at an alarming and ever-increasing rate.

Through the Intercom, RoToRa yelled "I have no idea what happened, Commodore, but these shields are out of my control! It seems as if they are attempting to assume a Borg configurAAAAAAAABBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Crusher tapped his communicator to call an emergency medical team to main Engineering when the whole Bridge burst into a ball of flames...

...and he suddenly woke up, on a freight room floor, right in the middle between a dazed Betazoid female and a confused Bajoran.

"Something is surely wrong here", stated Cott Tedes. "I wonder who is going to appear nex..."

He didn't finish the sentence. In his lap suddenly lay the head of RoToRa who, obviously in regeneration mode, had materialized half-draped over Cott Tedes. The Borg's eye implant began to flicker and RoToRa opened his remaining eye...

To be continued of course

"Accessing... Accessing... Accessing..."

The pajama-clad Bajoran shifted the regenerating drone to his side. He looked around. "Bad dreams, huh?"

"Yeah," said Wes, "the Reunion was destroyed in m..."

"Access complete." RoToRa spoke up. "Macarena. Irritating Earth dance. Late twentieth century. Potato. Earth vegetable. Staple food."

He regained consciousness. "What the heck was that dream all about?"

"Everyone danced the Macarena and then someone turned into a potato?" asked Lwaxana.

"Yeah... how'd you guess?"

"Oh, just a shot in the dark really..."

Then suddenly someone else appeared, and with then came music terrifying and horrific... music that was to drive the crew insane if they could not find something... music from a nightmare... it was...

(in case you didn't hear it, the "Macarena" should be embedded into that last message. TDS)

Fortuanatly Sela's Son had decided to play a pank as well but, it turned out it would save the crew by drowning out the Macarana. The Intercom started to play the sound of a cow Mooing three times then of a Toilet Flushing. A hidden code made it play over and over until five Minutes after the Macarana had been turned off. With this in motion Sela's Son Laughed the usual Mad Scientist laugh. Unfortuantly Burpo the Clown's Big Brother Belcho ended up doing the Macarana!

TBC

Unfortuantly Burpo the Clown's Big Brother Belcho ended up doing the Macarana!

A very confused Sela's Son woke up, in the cargo bay, in his pajamas, just to the left of a very confused Borg. "I had the Burpo Macarena dream again..."

"It's funny," said Cott Tedes, "but nearly everyone's dream seems to contain the Macarena. Has anyone had a dream containing this in the past?"

Lwaxana blushed slightly. "I was hoping your weren't going to ask. The Macarena and Potato dream is mine... it seems like elements from all our dreams are being put together, through my head. I've been getting some strange telepathic messages."

Cott Tedes turned to her. "Well, let's hope whoever it is doesn't get into my head. Bajorans have very weird d... oh, heck!"

Sure enough, everyone in the cargo bay was now standing in the middle of a Kedanya Corridor. Glaring at Cott Tedes.

"Okay, this is my dream... it's going to get weird - please keep clear of the sides of any corridor or wall, they're liable to collapse on you. Oh, and Lwaxy, I wouldn't stand there."

"Why not?"

"Well, it's just... oh, too late." Several litres of high-grade engine oil erupted from the ceiling grate above the Betazoid.

"Don't worry, there's a large jacuzzi in the corridor round the corner. Just watch out for the boiling ice."

This was greeted by some decidedly strange looks.

"It's a dream, OK? Oh, and RoToRa, it's probably best if you don't... never mind, you already slipped on it. Ah, here's the jacuzzi. Look out for the three inch sharks."

"I think we know what's happening here... this is a collective dream," butted in Wesley, "but the question is, how do we get out of it?"

"Ah, I can help there," said Tedes, "the exit is on the bridge. Just by the frozen fire."

And as he spoke, the dreamers were transported to the bridge, just by the frozen fire, and next to a large sign marked "To Exit This Dream, Push The Red Button."

"What do we do? What do we do?," asked Lwaxy, still somewhat engulfed in the oil slick.

"I think," said Wes sarcastically, "we push the red button."

He did so. He wished he hadn't. For an unmistakable sound rang out as he realised where he was... in one of his weirdest dreams...

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

But where were they? What perils would they find in Wes' mind? And will Lwaxy find a place to bathe? Find out... in Part Eleven...

Something was wrong here.

Defiantely wrong.

"WHAT THE 'ELL IS THAT MUSIC?", Lazarus sat bolt upright. He has lting in is hammock, still in the PJ's that someone had the nerve to pour Maple syrup all over. The music still flared through his head. He reconized it. It was that most accursed of dances, the Macarena.

He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs out. The light's were on, so he wouldn't go back to sleep. There was no way to fall aslepp with the light's on. There was no possible way.

The light's were ON?

They should be off. The cargo bay was his area. No body else should be down here. He gradded his [Copywrite], and checked the power. It still had a good 3 hours of life in it. Good. He turned it off, and started for the door.

He didn't make it.

Laz unceremoniously tripped over Wesely Crusher's feet. 'Wait a minute...' Laz looked around him. He counted over 30 people, lying in their P.J's, all asleep, all snoring. The sound was almost as bad as the dang music. But, there was something odd about all of these sleepers. Laz kneeled between Wes an LT. He looked at the eyelids. Both had the same REM pattern.

*****For those of you who don't know what REM is, it stands for "R"apid "E"ye "M"ovement. It is the only outwardly observable sign of the state of being in a dream. It is the random movement of the eye's in response to the dreaming brains stimuli.*****

This was weird, it was almost like they were having the same dream. All of them.

But how?

Laz slowly drooped, begining to feel sleepy himself. He realized that he must stay awake if he had a chance of stopping this.

TBC....

Back in the dream...

"So, how do we get out of this? And whose dream is it anyway?" RoToRa turned to everyone, his Borg implants filtering out the Macarena.

"Er... it's mine," said Wes, "except for the Macarena bit. That's Lwaxana's."

The dreamers were in some sort of a holding cell, dark and dingy, with antiquated bars blocking the exit. A large sign on the wall read 'Welcome to Doom. Population 30.'

"This is a dream, right?" asked Cott Tedes.

"Yeees...?"

"Well, can't we shape it with our minds? Everybody, think of... think of Risa."

Nothing.

"Think of Earth?"

Nothing.

"Think of one of your own dreams?"

The dreamers found themselves in the middle of a wild west town, but before they could take in what was happening, a Ghostly Voice piped up from all around them...

"Start of Level Two. Hee hee... Cuppa Joe here, folks, this is my revenge for that practical joke you played earlier. You're collectively dreaming... and the dream safety protocols are offline. The only way you can awake is to complete all my 'Challenges' up to Level 10. This is Level Two. See what you must do..."

"Oh great," said Wesley, observing the Ancient Western frontier village, "so now we're in a holodeck game... wait... Computer, end program."

Nothing.

"What do we do?" asked Lwaxana, still dripping in oil.

"Go to the saloon!" piped up RoToRa.

"Why? Do you know about Old Westerns?"

"No, but I'm thirsty."

Then came a voice from behind them, an Ancient Western voice...

"If you don't get out of here by sundown, you'll all be dead. Unless you get me first." It was Cuppa Joe.

"GET HIM!" yelled everyone...

TBC

"GET HIM" yelled everyone.
-Now-
They decided to split up inot two groups to find the culprit faster. Lwaxana led one group and Wes led the other. One group headed for the saloon and the other headed for the Sheriffs Station.
*At the saloon*
(before I continue I'd just like to wonder how these Star Trek stories always end up in old westerns a la A Fistful of Datas)
Lwaxana led the group to the saloon and they all tried to gather information from the locals. And in a normal story they would but since thisis the Reunion they didn't find anything out from the drunken locals. Then someone tried to call Wes via communicator. Then someone else. And nobody could contact Wes.
*At the Sheriffs*
"Well sirs I don't know about this here culprit you been talkin' 'bout. Ain't never seen da likes of 'im 'round these parts." The Sheriff told the group.
" This is a dead end." Wes said to himself. " Now we really need to get up to 50 points."
"Advancemtn to level three." A voice said to both groups.
"Secondary acomplishment achieved quote a STCCG card."
And they all found themselves in a new envirnoment...
TBC

Must not fall asleep.

Must not fall asleep.

Lazarus struggled to keep awake. An idea hit him. Unfortuneately it hit him so hard, he got a headache and he lost the idea. Looking around, he tried to find it. It skittered away from him, headed for the door... Laz gave chase.

*****On Level 3*****

Wes an company, now reunited, looked at their new surroundings.

"This is Earth. San Fransisco. Star Fleet Headquarters." RoToRa identified their surroundings. LT lokked sharply at RTR and told him that they all knew full well where they were.

"Now what?" Jeffpicard complained. "We need some clue as to what we are doing. Any Suggestions?"

There where none.

*****Back on the Reunion(?)*****

The idea was trapped. Laz had it cornered in sickbay. The fact that the idea had run had clued him into the fact that this was a dream, so he bean to act accordingly. In a dream, you can do almost anyhting, so he had chased the idea here. "Computer: Isotate SickBay!". Force feilds sprang up, and now Laz gave a wicked looking grin to the helpless idea. "Now I got you." He dove for it, and...

*****Level 3*****

"Split up. We need to know everything about this level." Wes bagan dividing his group into groups. "Search out anything unusuall. Now GO" He turned to lead his group to the Acadamey, but was promptly stopped by a force feild.

Rubbing his nose, he looked around. Everyone was trapped.

*****Reunion*****

Laz had the idea. He knew what to do. So he advanced to the first level, intent on catching up with the rest of the dreamers. Unfortuneately, he still didn't know how
to get out.

TBC...

*** Level 3 ***

"Forcefields. Great."

The dreamers were trapped in a square of forcefields about two metres wide. As they began looking for a weak spot, a strange orange-clad figure appeared in the middle of the square.

"Oh, heck," said Sela's Son, "this is my dream."

"Halt," intoned the figure, "for I am MangoBoy™, and my mangoes are deadly!"

Everyone looked at the figure, then at Sela's Son, then at the figure.

"What you need to do," explained MangoBoy™'s creator, "is tell him a mango joke and he'll go away."

"And what if you don't?" asked Lwaxana.

"He kills you."

A pause. Everybody remembered Cuppa Joe's line about the 'dream safetty protocols' being offline. And to cap it all, the forcefields were closing in on the dreamers.

"Is there a mango joker in the house?" asked Wes.

Cott Tedes whirled round. "Man goes in a bar. No crisps, no beer, just mangos!!"

A very faint cymbal clash could be heard in the distance.

"You have told the Mango Joke," intoned MangoBoy™, "you may pass."

Cuppa Joe's voice boomed out. "Start of Level 4!"

TBC

"Start of Level Four!"
Laser fire came from everywhere as the team ran to shelter. They took place behind a rock and watched as the two opposing forces approached.
"Who are these people!" Crusher yelled bak waiting for someone to answer. No one did.
On one side of the batle were a bunch of weird looking aliens. Their eyes were above their heads, there mouths came out like a dogs, when they grinned their teeth were visible through their large mouths. One shouted.
"Wesa gottsa retreat!"
"Gungans Fall Back!" Yelled another.
On the opposite lines wereandroids with their head on a long neck like a giraffee. Otherwise they looked like humans wih metal for skin. They came out of large tanks which bomarded the Gungans. Due to the Prime Dircetive they couldn't interfear but they could wonder what their goal was here in this very strange world...
TBC

A large explosion rocked the dreamers. RoToRa suddenly looked up, realisation on his face.

"Captain! These creatures are from one of Earth's old cinema files. It is entitled 'Star Wars Episode One'"

"Episode One? How many were there?"

"Seven. There was planned to be three, then six, and then marketing took over."

"Who are these?"

"I am not sure."

"Why?"

"I didn't see it."

"Could we get to the point?," interjected Cott Tedes, "before we get blown to shreds?"

A large figure shimmered into existence by them.

"Lazarus?... how'd you get here?"

"I know a joke about mangos."

"Ah. What are we supposed to do?"

"Use the force," butted in RoToRa, "use the force."

"The Force?"

"According to memory banks, it is akin to duct tape. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together."

"I have some duct tape!" Maelwys barged his way through the crowd of dreamers. "But what do we do with it?"

A faint voice drifted over, in broken pidgin English.

"I have a few ideas," murmured Wesley.

*** Several minutes of broken English later ***

"Congratulations, dreamers!" It was Cuppa Joe. "I've been wanting someone to do that for ages. It's time for the next level..."

Lwaxana, still coated in engine oil, lead the way into Level Five...

A large explosion rocked the dreamers. RoToRa suddenly looked up, realisation on his face.

"Captain! These creatures are from one of Earth's old cinema files. It is entitled 'Star Wars Episode One'"

"Episode One? How many were there?"

"Seven. There was planned to be three, then six, and then marketing took over."

"Who are these?"

"I am not sure."

"Why?"

"I didn't see it."

"Could we get to the point?," interjected Cott Tedes, "before we get blown to shreds?"

A large figure shimmered into existence by them.

"Lazarus?... how'd you get here?"

"I know a joke about mangos."

"Ah. What are we supposed to do?"

"Use the force," butted in RoToRa, "use the force."

"The Force?"

"According to memory banks, it is akin to duct tape. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together."

"I have some duct tape!" Maelwys barged his way through the crowd of dreamers. "But what do we do with it?"

A faint voice drifted over, in broken pidgin English.

"I have a few ideas," murmured Wesley.

*** Several minutes of broken English later ***

"Congratulations, dreamers!" It was Cuppa Joe. "I've been wanting someone to do that for ages. It's time for the next level..."

Lwaxana, still coated in engine oil, lead the way into Level Five...
 

The crew found themselves back on Kedanya. "O.K. Now what?" Wesely repeated for the umpteeneth time.

"Welcome, to Level 6. Enjoy your stay." A soft female voice announced over the intercom, "Please report to the transporter room for transport to Risa."

"Hmm, this one dosen't sound to bad. Yet.", LL looked around. "Would anyone mind if I scouted, or will whoever dreamed this up, please announce your self?"

Everyone looked at Laz. "What?"

"Your pun. "'Who dreamed this up?' is a very bad pun." LT sighed. "Go ahead, and be careful. we can't afford to loose anyone right now."

Laz catously martched up to the next corner and turned. "AAAIIIEEEE!!" , he screamed, just before he was sucked out of sight.

"Uh. Oh." someone said.

"Er... Laz?"

Wesley peeped round the corner.

"Oh, no. There appears to be a wormhole moving down the corridor."

He yelled up at the ceiling. "OPERATE WORMHOLE RELAYS!"

The wormhole stabilised.

"Not bad," said Lwaxana, "I think it's time to join Lazarus."

"Level Seven..."

The dreamers emerged from the wormhole to find a very relazed Lazarus Long sipping a cocktail in a deckchair on what appeared to be Risa.

"Ah... I wondered how long you'd be. Please, sit down... one of the waiters will get you a drink."

"This is absurd!" yelled Cott Tedes, "I am in a collective dream, in my pajamas, on Risa, and someone is asking me if I want a drink? It's not even a real drink!! I can't take it any more! I want out of this!"

He disappeared.

"I didn't know Bajorans could throw a tantrum that could convince a dream," said Wesley, "boot it looks like Tedes is out of it."

At which, the Bajoran reappeared, still in his pajamas, but now looking somewhat bedraggled. "Lwaxana, if you want to get that oil off you, throw a tantrum." He wrung out his sleeve. "The Penalty Box is underneath the Gagarin Falls on Alpha Centauri Prime.... uh-oh."

"Uh-oh what?"

Cott Tedes pointed. At a strangely buzzing object coming over the horizon straight towards the dreamers.

"It's a killer drone! Get down!"

TBC

Cott Tedes pointed. At a strangely buzzing object coming over the horizon straight towards the dreamers.

"It's a killer drone! Get down!"
 
 
 

Everyone hit the ground, except jeffpicard, who didn't even move

"Enjoying your mudbath??" he asked them, then when the drone got close enough, simply slashed it away with his batleth
"I thought this looked familiar, this is my dream, and it's the fun one..."

"You normally dream about killer drones invading Risa?" crusher asked

"Well, there's the reward you get when you save everyone's lives..."

"Oh"

and jeffpicard smiled, doubting the human would understand a klingon dream rarely involved anything beyond killing other things, at least he was able to offer an... "alternate" explanation

"We simply have to plan this like an all out assualt... let's start by..."

TBC

Lets start by...
Recalibrating the phasers to a modulating frequency. The first wave of invaders are Borg. The some Ferangi try to get your uniforms. They think the commbadgeswill sell on the black market. Thhey might but to stop them you shoot them."
"Shooting everything. Sounds Klingon. " James Troi said.
A few grunts from Klingon members of the away team replied to him.
"Figures." An unknown away team member said.
"Oh yeah." Everyone turned to the assult-leader, "In this drea I think e can skip level eight if we..."
TBC

Crusher looked at the people gathered in front of him. "Ambassador," he said to the Betazoid, "we need a plan!"

Lwaxana looked at him with what most of the station inhabitants would describe as admiring glance. "Yes," she agreed. "What did you come up with?"

"Me?" Crusher looked puzzled. "You are the telepath around here. I thought you'd come up with something!"

"Oh!" Lwaxana paused for a while, as did the Commodore. Then they both started talking at the same time. None of the others present understood one single word of what they were saying, they were both talking to fast. Then, they both stopped again. "We got it," both said simultaneously.

"Cool! I know the Commodore would find a solution." "Great, I didn't doubt the Ambassador could think of something," everyone else commented.

"It was his idea," Lwaxana said, pointing to Crusher. "It was her idea," Wesley said, again at the same time, pointing at Troi. The audience was confused, but gathered themselves fast enough to hear what the two of them came up with...

"I'm sorry", said James Troi, "I am afraid I didn't get something. What IS your plan, besides the fact that it's not your idea?"
The others mumbled something and then suddenly realised that Troi - the male one - did appearantly arrive there out of plain air. "But it's so easy James", explained Lwaxana, "We just ... " and she repeated the whole plan...

The killer drone kept coming closer. and closer even though the away team was still trying to get someone to say the plan, which nobody did since the killer drone and Risa dissapeared and they reappeared as a voice chimed in "Level Eight"

The group found themselves in a small dark room, not quite big enough for all of them "I feel like a Sardine" one of the Human members said "A what??" replied several non-humans at once

"Alright, who's Dream is this?" Crusher asked

Finally, someone managed to open the door.

After noticing what was out side, James J. Troi said" well, obviously it's just that there are too many in the room, normally it's much less crowded"

"You mean..." His wife began

"Yeah, this was one of my dreams..."

They filed out one-by-one since the door wouldn't allow more than one person to get through. Once outside they al clumped together again. As he had at the start of every new level Crusher counted the away teams.
This time they were 5 people short of an entire team. And in stunning "Reunion" fashion Q appeared. It took the remaining away team a while to figure out he was all part of a dream.
"Good day James." Q said adressing the owner of the dream. "Brought more frinds along than usual eh?" Lwax eyed her husband. He returned it with an innocent shrug.
"ah yes I did." he said to the entity, avoiding Lwax for now. "And we are not here for usual reasons." More than one away team member wondered what usual reasons were. "But we are here, to get out of here."
"That's all." Q sounded disaapointed. "Well, then..." a new voice entered...
"Level Nine."

They Found themselves in the middle of a Desart with Endless Sand Dunes as far as the Eye can See. As well as a Pyramid that has been egeed about a trillion times.

Everyone looked around. "Ok Who's Idea is thi..." Begain Wes when He was interupted by Sela's Son "COW STAMPEDE!!!! RUN!!!!" As soon as they had run about 20 yards about 1,000 cows Stampeded where they had been standing. Unfortunatly for Q who was still there he was ran over by the cows. Closley following the cows were 1,001 toilets and 100 clones of Burpo the Clown.
"Now what?" One Person must hunt down all the cows and cook them into steaks and I must eat it all!" And Another person must seek and destroy each Toilet. The Clowns then become our Allies.

"We must... hunt and eat the cows? That's inhuman!" One crewmember yelled.
"I'm a vegitarian!" yelled another.
So the few hungray humans and some Klingons set out withphasers on full to kill every cow. All Medical personal prepared to make steak of the cows and the final link, the eater was fasting as so he could devour the meat. It seemed they would be spending a little more time in this reality than any of the other ones.... unless someone found a shortcut........

As Sela's Son prepared for his all he can eat Steak meal he notives a toilet he pulls off the ground a disrupter and fires at full setting making a big crater. The Klingons are for some reason are having trouple stopping a herd of 100 cows while some of the humans who lived on farms were blasting away at the cows. One Klingon set his Disruptor and fired at a cow which immiadiatly was turned into a steak. Jeff on a patrol for Toilets got a little trigger happy when he saw a toilet heard of about 200 and he was happy to find 2 Disruptor rifles lying on the ground. About 2 minutes later a big crater existed where the toilets were. And Q in the middle of it as well.
"Hmmm Sela's Son sure does have strange dreams. After this I'm going to talk to him."

While Wes was helping gather supplies to cook the meat he realized he could use his traveler powers to destroy up to half the toilets and stun the remaining cows.

Lazarus was thinking. Immediately, everyone backed away from him, not knowing what was going to happen. He looked at the pyramid, and the sand, and the Klingons, hapily blasting away with their phasers. Some thing wasn't right here.

Laz punched is hand into the sand, but hit something instead. He called over Dr. Bob and Wes. "Well?", Wes asked.

"There apears to be something under the sand. It may be of some use." Laz replied. The other two helped him dig. They found glass, slightly curved glass.

"What is it?" Dr. Bob asked, now digging around his Medical Kit for some BBQ sauce.

Wes used his traveller powers. "Its a giant lens. Laz, are you thinking...?" Laz noded. "O.K. Let's to it."

Half an hour later, the lens was atop the pyramid, and all of the cows were lyng in neat rows near the pyramid. Wes carefully aimed the lens, and a hot beam shot out, cooking the cows into steaks.

Sela's Son then sat down to eat.

Finally the steals started rolling in. Sela's Son was ready with his fork and knife, and Wes had made each cow into the smallest steaks possible, although this was to Sela's Son objections they had to get out of there asap.

************30 minutes later*************

Sela's Son had eatend 30 steaks and somehow was still going. Unfortunatly someone else was hungry... and someone else decided that THEY wanted a steak, and soon Sela's Son was 1 steak short of what they needed to escape. And Q, feeling like being helpful, for a change (and because this is usually where something goes wrong) offered a plan...

Soon, Q's plan had worked and the steaks were no longer high.

"Is that it?" asked Cott Tedes. "Is that all we had to do?"

A figure materialised in front of them. Cuppa Joe.

"Indeed it was. No pregnant Ferengi, no strange clouds, and no major disasters."

"So that's it? Now we wake?"

Cuppa Joe grinned. "If you want... if you must. But the station will take care of itself for a day or so; I'll see to that. The dream is yours... do with it what you will."

Cott Tedes turned, to find his old home on Bajor.

Wesley Crusher turned to find the bridge of the Reunion, and just for once, everything worked.

James J. Troi and Lwaxana Troi turned round to find each other. And a table for two.

Cuppa Joe turned, smiled a genuinely heartfelt smile, and walked out of the revolving door.

And just for once, everything went to plan..