Title: Dream
Author: Firedust22 (Pirate Queen's Trusted Advisor)
Rating/Timeline/Spoilers/Category/Etc.: PG. SPOILER, but only if you've actually seen Ghost in the Machine. Angst, journal entry-style. Elizabeth wonders if she'll dream.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no sue. I promise not to take over the Pegasus Galaxy and erradicate all hope for democracy while I'm there, too.
A/N: I actually wrote this in my own journal weeks before season 5 even started. When I watched 5x05, I made a beeline back to that page and kinda planted myself in that mindset. It was just short of an epiphany, and I still have no idea why. I want all of you to be as confounded as I.
Of course, I never remember my dreams.
Once in a while, I'll get a kind of residual, an image overlapped by feeling... I can't see but for seeing. I don't know how sweet they are, so I never bother to spend the last few waking moments on hoping.
Some people might describe night as darkness. But, of course, that's the time when you can't read the dictionary, and 'meaning' is a little more direct. Nighttime would call itself an opaque-tinted transperancy, a reflective window. 'Darkness' implies that there is no more light to reveal that transperancy, to identify the borders of that glass pane.
But it is a time where Fact isn't looking, and Truth is free to come out and wreak havoc on human subjectivity. Fact provides plenty for me to stub my toes on in the dark. and Truth stands me up and leaves me hanging (only after asking the question, of course--that is, I think, why Curiosity is so skittish after hours), so my only option is piracy. Being the only person around, that narrows my list of targets significantly (can lists be skinny?). This is where Ambiguity sneaks in the backdoor, see... But you don't see, because it's dark. I think he knows that.
So I do my pilfering. I steal my own perception. I mail it to Peru. Ambiguity follows, not far behind, covering up my footprints. How he can find the evidence to cover it, I don't know--it's too dark. I go to sleep like nothing's changed. Then, I don't dream. I feel.