Serran's log

Posted on 31 Mar 2024 @ 9:03am by Lieutenant JG Serran

926 words; about a 5 minute read

Though the number is growing smaller (at least I desire my assessment to be correct), there are those within the Federation who believe Vulcans are emotionless. That is, of course, an erroneous position.

Every species has emotions, otherwise, they are just automatons. Most people don't understand Pon Farr either but that's a discussion for a different day. We have the same emotions, good and bad as any other species. We simply rule over our emotions, than allow them to rule over us.

This may cause us to appear cold and indifferent but we are not. I can't say that belief in that myth is entirely the fault of those who feel that way, We bear some of the blame, for too many of my people perpetuate that concept.

Am I a little more demonstrable than some other Vulcans? Perhaps. I did grow up on Earth after all. I am comfortable with that. It doesn't bother me and I am no less a Vulcan than any other of my people and I'm far less demonstrable than humans,

Another thing that is different between other species and Vulcans and other species is that we don't dream. When I was younger and had less control over my thoughts, and even now if the pressure gets too intense, it brings up an emotion that was/is difficult for me to deal with. Jealousy.

Theo will occasionally tell me about his dreams. Finn used to as well. I've also heard about their nightmares, which is something else entirely.

I do my best to show support whether the night visions are positive or negative, and for the most part I think I accomplished that goal. Nevertheless dreaming has always been a foreign concept to me, or at least one I had no personal experience with.

Until now.

I am confident that jealousy will never be an issue I face again. At least not when it comes to dreaming. The dream was not a pleasant one and the only logical explanation for my having a dream, enjoyable or not enjoyable, is a result of the anomaly, the singularity we experienced.

I considered myself fortunate at the time of the incident. I had two cracked ribs, one of which was almost broken, and a headache that was persistent, but barely noticeable.

I thought I had escaped any real consequences. I was wrong.

There was a part of my mind that knew I was dreaming, but since I have never had a dream before there was a part of my mind that didn't. I have no sample size to compare to, but it seemed far too detailed and specific to be a dream.

It started innocuously enough. I was wearing a robe and standing in an oasis in the middle of the desert. It wasn't a Terran desert. Even though I have only been to Vulcan a handful of times, I knew instinctively that was where the desert was located.

If this had been reality, I would have just stayed there in the oasis, there was no need to move. But this wasn't reality at least not any reality I've known. I was driven to leave. So, I took a long drink of water and filled a large canteen, and stepped out of the oasis into the desert.

I could feel the heat radiating toward me and it wasn't an imaginary heat. It felt just like I was there in person.

There was a shadow behind me. My shadow, I assume and I didn't think much of it. There were just so many things crowding inside my mind. So, I was barely aware of that shadow. There was a second one, that I didn't see at first, one that should never have been there, because there was no source for it.

I was the only one I could see. There was nothing I could do about my invisible friend

I'm not sure how much time passed. It could have been an hour it could have been five. As I said, I've never dreamed before and even if I had, I'm not sure if it would have made it easier.

However long it was, the sun barely moved before I heard the cry of a wild beast. A wild, angry, and hungry beast. Outside of a zoo, I'd never heard the sound before, but I knew exactly what it was. A sehat.

I wasn't sure if it was after me or not, but I wasn't taking any chances. I started looking for higher ground knowing the creatures didn't like to climb.

I saw a ridge about a kilometer away and started running toward it not knowing how close the sehat was. Just me and my shadow. More accurately shadows.

I glanced behind me and saw the bear-like creature rumbling towards me getting closer and closer with each step. When I turned back, I saw the second shadow was no longer just a shadow. It was Theo.

We reached the ridge almost at the same time and started climbing. The sehat was running in angry circles beneath us, but at least we were safe.

I reached the top first, but Theo was just behind me. Then I heard him call out. I looked down and saw him dangling precariously with only a minimal handhold and nothing to support his feet.

"DAD, HELP!" he called out.

Forgetting my safety(this truly didn't feel like I thought a dream should) I reached down to help him, as he lost the only grip he had.

TBC

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