Had a rather strange science-fictiony dream just now during my nap. I am with a group of people who are preparing for space flight. We also know that there is a danger that we are facing which is within our own ranks. The last words I hear as I board the spaceship is "don't forget to eat the custard - it will save you", just as a small brown live teddy bear was shoved in at the last possible second.
I see this teddy bear land on a large white platform, which suddenly is occupied by a black table with six black and red chairs around it. The bear is pressed against a lower shelf on the table, dislodging it slightly. I see similar platforms being similarly furnished and all the crew sitting down for dinner. I make sure I eat a few spoonfuls of this "custard" as it makes the rounds.
At this moment the door (hatch?) opens and a man and woman enter. They look as though they're from India or Pakistan, and are both wearing the official jumpsuit uniform we all are. That is okay, because this is an international crew. But there is something *wrong* with them, and I feel as though I'm seeing our sabatours. The woman comes in my direction, and asks who has eaten the custard, those who didn't are asked to follow the couple, but I catch her hand and bite hard on it. She doesn't even flinch. I bite harder, feeling her blood in my mouth, but she keeps smiling and talking as though nothing is wrong. There is a sickly green haze around her mouth, as there is around her companion. I scream to the others to help me, to contain this couple, but it's too late. I manage to deliver one savage punch to her face, with no effect. The other crew have no more success in detaining the couple or their crew mates as they're led out of the room.
The theme music of "Stargate: Atlantis" gets louder as I wake up...
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