I’m observing a conversation between a space ship’s captain and a man. The captain reminds me a lot of Kara Thrace. She’s talking and emoting heavily about taking her transport ship through some galaxy and there was some problem with their oxygen system and they wouldn’t have enough to get the entire crew to their destination. The crew drew lots to see who would be executed by the captain to preserve the oxygen onboard. Somehow, they were able to calculate when they might have to eliminate someone to preserve the oxygen until the ship got to it’s destination. They had put out a distress call but no one had answered. I’m not sure if they made it to their destination yet. I think someone finally answered the distress. The captain was lamenting having to kill her chief officer due to the lot he drew.

I’m on a hillside at dusk with a lot of people, probably 40-50. We’re moving camp I guess, because I think there’s some threat possibly? Someone that I’m with is also a person of authority and he tells me that the hibiscus that’s growing on the hillside needs to be moved to get a little bit of shade on the roots because the direct sunlight is too harsh for it. He shows me by replanting one in a cluster of rocks.

Thoughts: Another Kara Thrace… interesting. Makes for a good sci-fi story.