I had wrapped a hair tie around the top of my mobile phone. After the hair tie was removed (maybe months later), the screen was frosted where the tie had been. Scratching the glass resulted in spider cracks on the screen. A bit of frosting on the left side of the screen did not result in cracks when rubbed. I remembered thinking this should be covered under warranty as the pone was not old and a hair tie should not damage the screen.
I was a member of an outlaw start ship crew and we’d finally been caught by the Galactic Authorities. They put a chip in the back of my skull as I was getting a suspended sentence that also stopped me from accessing data for six months. The chip first accesses the Internet and I could see everything as if it was in a head up display prior to my access being blocked. I was thinking that was not a good way to block me as I got right into hacking the connection open, at which point, I’d have unrestricted access to EVERYTHING.
Lots of varied and interesting dreams recently. Also lots where I do reality checks like rereading text. Recall of recent dreams is poor.
Dark. Being chased by xenomorph’s. I am the only one left. There is a dropship I need to get into. The cockpit is accessed via a flip canopy like a fighter jet. I run outside and jump onto the roof and manage to get inside. Somehow I know how to fly it. I take off and climb at a steep angle back to the mothership.
Once there I wonder how to get in. I position my ship under the airlock and find an appropriate switch on the touch panel to open the outer hatch.
I OMS myself up. Once in the docking bay the dropship is just floating. Rather than land on the inner hatch, I manage to get hooked to the correct dohicky (gimbal perhaps?)
Now I am out of the dropship and settling into the mothership, I’m expecting a xenomorph to appear. None do.
Some fuzzy details and now the ship is on autopilot back to earth.
More fuzzy details.
The cockpit has detached. I’m on earth and flying along the cable system to the companies headquarters. Once there i’m reporting in but the guy at the reception desk Has no record of my trip. He waves an almost blank A4 sheet of lined paper at me to show me.
I explained/complain the same thing happened when I came out of a 50 year hyper sleep. Reception has trees in pots and was pretty small.