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1. Stargate Sg1 Dream: Rumors
From: "Mindy Lichtman" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Date: Sun, 07 Nov 2004 11:23:02 -0000
From: "Mindy Lichtman" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Stargate Sg1 Dream: Rumors
This is a long cool dream I had once.
In the dream, i switched places with the me in the Stargate sg1
reality. The me other there was also 21, but still in high school.
The family, however, has all of the problems as here, but they have
at least one thing extra I noticed. The other me has a PC note
that's wireless and they take it to school to do their work
on/playing around. And they have the same class and room as I did.
And their teacher was also Mrs. Taylor!
I appeared in the hall, sort of always from the way down into
Stairwell 1. I went to use it when I saw Colonel Harry Maybourne
standing, with beard and civvies against the wall! I asked what he
was doing there, and he was sort of quite about it. Next thing I
know, I hear echoes in the stairwell of people talking and
walking! These people stop just at the door I am outside of. They
don't notice me because they are turned around still talking to
whomever.
I recognize the person I am looking at as Bert Samuels! I turn to
run and Maybourne says from behind me, "Where are you going?"
"To alert my classmates."
"Why should to be concerned about them?" I turned to Maybourne, a
disbelieving look on my face at his question
"There innocent kids in that class." I replied. "I am not letting
them be scared because of one person!" I concentrated on the
hallway leading to Mrs. Taylor's class, and said 'Rel por!" This
was the teleport spell in uo. I was standing in the exact same
hallway! I ran down the hall and forced myself to knock quietly on
the door to room 227. Someone opened the door and I walked in.
Mrs. Taylor was sitting at her desk, grading work or something. I
looked over at where I was seated and saw the PC notebook closed
sitting there. I grabbed the work I had to do off my desk and went
to the Mac computer that was next to Taylor's desk. I booted it up
and soon was typing out my work.
"Oh by the way," I reply. "There is some military guy coming up to
here."
"How do you know?" Taylor asks.
"Because when I was coming up the stairwell, I heard them talking
behind me!"
I gathered my finished work from the printer and went back to my
desk. I flipped up my PC notebook, turned the volume down, and
loaded up Unreal Tournament. Trisha came up and asked what it was
and I showed her. She was bent over, playing a bit of U.T when
someone opened the door. Trisha flipped the thing down quickly,
shutting it off in the process. I went and sat down back at the
Mac. Bert Samuels stood against where my desk was, hands clasped in
front.
'Have you seen Brandon Samuels?" He asked. Mrs. Taylor. This I do
know, Brandon is not related to military Samuels!
"Can't say that I have," She replied.
Samuels caught me looking at him. "Have you seen him, Miss?"
"No, I haven't." I technically was telling the truth, but what if
the Mindy over here saw him? And I knew Brandon was in trouble if
the Air Force was called on him! "His bus had to pass mine this
morning, but he wasn't on it."
"Thank you very much." He replied, smiling at me and Mrs. Taylor.
He left.
"Did you tell the truth Mindy?" Taylor asked. "Or did you just lie
to him to protect Brandon?"
"I didn't see him; I have no idea where he is."
As I was sitting down, Brandon walked in, coat on and book bag
tossed over his shoulder. He handed Mrs. Taylor a blue pass. It
turned out that he was sick this morning, but got better enough to
still go to school.
"Hey, Brandon, by the way this guy was looking for you. He was from
the military" I told him, not knowing what his reaction would be.
"Oh, no, oh sh**!" I heard Brandon whisper. Mrs. Taylor didn't
hear him, thankfully. Calmly he went to his desk. Next thing we
knew, he climbed out of the small window! Taylor, me and Trisha
jumped up with exclamations. He found a ladder and climbed down
with his book bag.
Mrs. Taylor grabbed her cell phone and started dialing. "I am
calling the cops to look for him." She began to us. "The school
does not allow kids to behave like this."
I packed up my thing and was sitting at my desk. I saw from a
schedule taped to my desk that I had permission to leave early. I
hoisted my big black pack that held my Notebook on my
shoulder. "Bye." I called out.
I walked down the hall all of the way to the side exit. I grunted
and thought to hell with it! I passed through the door, glass and
all!
I heard this shout. "What the h** did you do?"
I turned around and saw that there was this black girl who looked
about 17 in the doorway of the sign in office. I mentally rolled my
eyes and pushed the door open and walked back in. "I used the door."
"The h** you did, and I'm reporting you for being a little witch!"
The girl grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to the office. She
pushed me down in the waiting seat. 'You sit your *** there until I
get the assistant principal!" She went in the back of the office
and went into a door. Mrs. Kraft came out, talking with the black
girl.
"What's the problem?" Kraft asked me. "Nikita says she saw you pass
through a door."
"I didn't. I opened the door the normal way and she starts
screaming at me calling me a little witch and stuff."
"Nikita," Kraft began scolding. 'What have I told you about lying
about other people?"
"BUT MRS. KRAFT," Nikita began with a very shocked look as she
looked from to the woman. "SHE DID DO IT!"
"You may go." Kraft told me.
I turned to leave and I felt something coming at me. I threw out my
hand behind me and caught it without looking. I saw that it was a
ceramic cactus. "SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU!" Nikita yelled. "SHE AIN'T
HUMAN!"
"Good catch Mindy." As I handed it over to Kraft, she rounded on
Nikita. "That is my collector piece that cost one hundred-"
I left in middle of their argument. I decided to open the door the
right way just in case Nikita was vying to get me in trouble again.
I walked across the parking lots and then was walking on the left
side of the road, going towards the light. I hear this noise behind
me and I turn around. This black sports car is coming to a stop.
"Do you need some help?" The driver was Walter Davis, the tech from
Sg1!
"Could you please give me a ride, if you don't mind?"
"Sure, hop on in."
I told him where I lived and we were riding down Fairgrounds road
when he noticed my sort of miff ness. 'What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing you did. I and this kid had an argument."
"What was that about?"
"She claimed to see me pass like a ghost through a door or
something. I think she smoked too much."
He agreed with me and we continued to talk about small talk. We soon
pulled into my driveway and I saw some other cars in there! I
grabbed my computer and school bag. "Well, thanks for the lift." I
replied. "Have a great day." I got out and my mom walked up to
me. "What is company doing here?"
"You'll see, come on."
We walked up the ramp and into the house. When we walked in, I had
my back turned to the rest of the living room as I dropped off my
bags I turned back around to face the living room. General Hammond
and all of Sg1, minus Teal'c, were in our living room! Walter Davis
was now standing back against the door and arms crossed.
"Hello Mindy," General Hammond began. I redirected my attention to
him. "Colonel O'Neil would like to say something." He added, seeing
he had my attention.
Jack stood up and looked right at me. He was wearing a brown leather
jacket that wasn't zipped up. He also had on what looked like to me
a blue shirt. With a neutral expression, he stated, "We know you
know about the Stargate."
My blood froze at that statement! I thought quickly, snapped my
fingers, and replied, "Damn! It looks like I am going to have to
come up with a new story idea!"
"A story," Sam began. "What's that about?"
"I was going to have it like a man made wormhole, but I am going to
have to go back to my time machine idea, I guess."
"We would like to confirm your story; may we see your computer?"
Hammond replied.
I dug it out of its pack and set it on the blue fold up table. Sam
sat in front of it, quickly entering in some commands. 'No sir, as
far as I know, she's telling the truth. No story ideas on it, but
there's not any stuff on the project either."
"Tell the truth." A voice from near the fireplace made me jump.
I turned around and saw that Major Paul Davis was there too! He was
wearing his Pentagon uniform! He sat on the edge of the hospital
bed where the air pump machine was. Dad was lying in the bed, on
his back or side, I can't quite remember.
"I am."
"It would be easier on your family if you did tell the truth." He
replied gently, looking at me sincerely.
"Please tell them, Mindy." Dad replied, starting to get depressed.
"I've told you what it was about, the story." I told Davis.
Hammond stood up with the rest of them. "Ok, we will go. But if we
hear you've lied to us, we will be back."
They left and I turned to mom. "Mom, I have a headache, I will take
a rest."
I was asleep in bed, due to the headache of the day's stresses.
Suddenly, my mom called me awake, forcing me to open my eyes.
"What?" I asked, still half asleep.
"We have to lift your dad up." She replied.
When she left down the hall to the living room, I groaned, put on my
glasses and got out of bed. I met them up there a second later.
Mom pulled the pillows out from his side and pulled the bed out and
set the brakes. I went to the left side of the bed and used the
remote to lower the head part of the bed. We got in positions and
we each grabbed our sides of the draw sheet.
"One, two-"My mom began. Suddenly, the front door opened, making me
turn around quickly. Major Davis walked in the door, still wearing
his light blue pants and blue jacket.
"Did I interrupt something?" He asked. "I accidentally left my bag
here." He saw me and mom on either side of the bed. 'What are you
two doing?" He asked, confused.
"He slips down into the bed sometimes," I replied. "And we need to
pull him back up using the draw sheet."
"Ah," He replied, getting it. He quickly went and retrieved a big,
thick black bag and left.
By time we got him lifted up in the bed, Davis was completely gone.
Mom pushed the bed back and hit the button to bring the front part
of the bed up again. I wheeled the tray around in front of him and
mom placed a plate of what we were going to have for dinner on his
tray.
"I need to go to the bathroom real quick." I lied. When I shut the
working door behind me, locked it and opened the seat loudly, I woke
up.
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