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had on my computer screensaver.

"Captain." Tall Guy slid into the seat cater-cornered to mine. "We don't have
a lot of time. I need to bring you up to date." He touched the center of the
table and a translucent screen blinked into the air between us.

"The T'Kral broke the peace treaty and took over NeKafrin Station. Which, as
you know, means they now control the NeKafrin jump gate. Sector Ten is
stranded." He pointed to some squiggles on the screen. "As are the First and
Fourth Fleet. That leaves only us and Second in a position to defend the
quadrant."

Somewhere in the middle of his earnest recitation I decided this must be a
dream. I was lying on the roadside, unconscious from heat exposure. I wasn't
really here in this room with all of outer space on one side and a tall man
wearing a gray pajama-jumpsuit on the other.

Might as well play along and have fun until I woke up. "Doesn't sound like
anything we can't handle."
He seemed to take my comment as encouragement. "Agreed. But Second's at
Larik-Five, dealing with an insurrection attempt. We're much closer to
NeKafrin. At the moment, the T'Kral situation is up to us."

I looked from Tall Guy to Lady Blue and then around the room at three others
who had come in during our discussion. All in gray pajamas. Flightsuits. I put
on my тАШconcerned captain' face and nodded in what I hoped was a good Captain
Kathyrn Janeway imitation. Or was it Kirk? Or Picard?

"Recommendations?" I asked Tall Guy. In my next dream I'd remember to add
nametags.

He tapped the screen twice. It changed. "The Chief and I have come up with a
plan that should weaken the T'Kral until Second can join."

I studied the lines and squiggles and dots made to look like little ships.
Looked good to me. I pinned Tall Guy squarely with my eyes. "Make it so."

Corralling the T'Kral invaders wasn't as difficult as I expected. But then,
this was my dream. And I was a teacher, so it was only fitting my Fleet
captains were well trained. They responded with flawless synchronization and
flashes of brilliance as we burst on the scene from three different angles. I
remembered a couple of battle sequences from one of the "Star Wars" movies and
repeated them to Tall Guy and my blue-skinned Chief.

They worked. Two T'Kral mega battle cruisers bit the dust, though their demise
was a bit anticlimactic. Nothing like the special effects pyrotechnics I'd
seen in the movies. I'd have to remember to add those, too, in my next dream.

Second Fleet showed up when more than half of the T'Kral invaders were limping
or decimated. Those that could, left in a hurry. Those that couldn't were