Mass Effect-Fueled Dreamings

What happens when Leah plays Mass Effect 2 all day, then again right before bed? THIS DREAM!

I was just an ordinary person, living in an small off-world colony. I was helping out in a medical clinic. One of the doctors came into the room with a fussy baby, his mother had died and his father was a soldier fighting in another star system. He was bringing the baby to a wet nurse who was in the room with me. The wet nurse told him that she didn't have enough for yet another baby (she was feeding several already), but the doctor didn't have much of a choice, so he gave the baby to me (the wet nurse already had a feeding baby in her arms) to hold while the wet nurse finished.

I tried to calm the baby down, but he was obviously really hungry and kept nuzzling at my shirt. Then I remembered that I had given birth a few weeks previous as a surrogate for another colonist, and I wondered if maybe I still had some milk left. So I tried to breastfeed the baby, and not only did he latch immediately, but I still had some milk left for him. I felt so bad for the little guy, and the sad situation that he was in. So I decided that I wanted to help in a bigger way than just helping out in a med clinic.

When he was fed and sleeping, I put him down, and went straight down the recruitment office (which just happened to be down the hall from the clinic), and told them I wanted to enlist, but I wasn't sure what I could do. Maybe a medic, as I'd been helping out in the clinic?

Then the dream time-jumped, and it was much later. I was Shepard-ifed, and the colony was under attack. There was a Heavy Mech coming down the hallway, and I had just run around a corner to regroup because I was completely out of ammo, and I knew there was a storage locker with more just around that corner. It was a bit chaotic, colonists screaming and running around. I shoven them out of my way and towards the med, clinic, shouting at them to get inside (the clinic was a fortified bunker) and seal the vault-like doors.

Once they were all out of my way/on the way to the bunker, I had a bit of time before the Mech reached the corner, so I pulled open the ammo locker, and it was packed with boxes of clips, but the labels were all facing the wrong way, so until I pulled them out, I didn't know if I was pulling out bullets for the shotgun, pistol or rifle. I frantically pulled out of couple of boxes, but wasn't able to find anything I could use for the guns I had on hand.

The, suddenly, the Mech came crashing around the corner. I stumbled back and rolled out of the way of its blasts, but there was no way I could fight and my crew was nowhere to be seen. So I ran.

When I got to the clinic, the last colonist were running into the clinic and they'd started closing the heavy door. I had been hit, and my shields were failing and I was just about to collapse. I got halfway through the door and was too weak/injured to go on. The Mech was lumbering down the hall, so reached out my hand I screamed to the colonists to pull me the rest of the way through. They just stood there, staring, like deers in headlight. I screamed again to pull me through. Just one quick pull and I'd be through the doors. They were two feet away from me.

The Mech was almost at the door, so I screamed once more that they needed to pull me in and close the door or else they'd all be dead very soon. Still nothing. I started to panic, not that I would likely die, but that, I was endangering them. I was half through the door, and if they didn't pull me in, they wouldn't be able to shut it, and they would ALL die.

And I felt such guilt! If I hadn't tried to save myself, they'd be safe behind the sealed door already...

Just then, the Mech appeared right behind me, and that seemed to snap the colonists out of it, and one lady grabbed by arms and pulled me the rest of the way in, while three men hastily close the door and sealed it. WAY too close for comfort.

Once the door was closed, I staggered to my feet. I could feel the adrenaline buzzing through my whole body. A potent mixture of relief that I was alive, anger at the surviving colonists and guilt that I almost got them all killed. They were all standing around me, staring. In the end, anger won. I raged at them with more anger than I've ever had in my waking life. "WHEN I TELL YOU TO PULL ME IN, YOU FUCKING PULL ME IN!!!!" then I doubled over, clutching my head in my hands and just screamed in anger and frustration, staggering forward. I just had to get away from them.

The crowd backed away without a word, too stunned to speak, clearing a path in the direction I was heading (to an empty corner for the room). When I was apart from the other colonists, I fell to my knees and sobbed. For everything that I lost and almost lost. The colonists were too afraid to approach me, so they just started going about their business of figuring out what to do next.

I knew that sooner of later, I'd have to pull myself together and take charge. But in that very moment, I had to get it out.

And I really wished that someone - anyone - from my crew was there to comfort me just this once...

Then I woke up.

And I woke up feeling really good. Even though the emotions and sensations in the dream were WAY more intense then usual, I guess they were more cathartic than anything, so I woke up feeling more refreshed then usual. And 2 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, even!