239/240, Saturday midmorning

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring down at her small blue book.

This dream journal was causing her far too much grief.


Friday night

I'm standing outside the Antarctic research station in the snow. There's snow all around me, and I'm alone.

It's quiet and peaceful for a moment, until ships planes start to crash all around me.

I can hear people crying out for help, but I don't move. It's like I can't move and I'm stuck there.

The sky is falling, and I can't do anything about it.

I can see the faces of these people dying around me. Colonel Sumner, Colonel Everett, Dead Atlantis member, Ford, Peter People I used to know.

They're all dying and there's nothing I can do to help them.


Although it had been about Antarctica at least, and wasn't a memory. That was different.

Elizabeth sighed, and closed the book. Maybe tonight she'd get lucky and dream about puppies. At this rate, she'd even take an x-rated dream

Somehow she didn't think it was likely though.