Saturday, October 18, 2014

Really? Tribbles?

A dream.

A young man and a young woman are police investigators. There were adventures before this, but my mind did not remember what those adventures were.

The two searched a man’s living quarters aboard an interstellar ship. The woman reached overhead and unlatched a storage bin. Fifty Tribbles fell out, bouncing from her shoulders and her chest.

“Really?” she said to the resident. “Tribbles?”

The resident had his back turned. “They are stuffed toys,” he said. Then, he turned. He shrieked when seeing the number of Tribbles. “Yesterday there were only two!”

I woke up.

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