On dreams
28 Dec 2016Valorin
It's been a while. Sitting on the bridge, writing an entry into this old logbook again feels a bit strange. Last time I did, I was sitting in the cockpit of my Asp "Vagabond", landed somewhere near Barnard's Loop. It was so different a feeling, outfitting that Asp for my exploration flight, gathering credits for a class A FSD, and then, finally, being able to go out there and visit the nebulae, diving through Barnard's loop, watching that inkspot, which is the Witch Head nebula, up close from a nearby exoplanet. It was amazing.When I came back, I noticed that beckoning trading opportunity out at Sothis, I didn't know I would end up owning any ship I dreamed of then, but now, sitting on the bridge of the "Whale's Voyage", my Anaconda, I know things worked out, and I have so many options now. And yet, it's not the marvelous, aggravated feeling I expected.
Perhaps it's just the way of dreams being those shiny, beautiful stars we see from the cockpits of our small ships, sparkling far away. Once we can get a hold of them, they turn into something real, something we could touch, and see up close.
Sitting on the bridge, watching a few small figures on deck calibrating one of my lasers, I am proud. I dreamed of this day since I first started the engines of that old Sidewinder, but now that the dream has become reality, and I reached that beautiful star I admired to much, it doesn't sparkle anymore.
There is much to do though. I still occasionally fly that Asp, and I recently outfitted a Fer-De-Lance for combat, doing some long-overdue exercise. I'm still with the Paladin Consortium and they need people bounty hunting in the local rings.
But all this stuff, that little fleet I call my own, my home on board of my Python, the millions I made and all that crap I can afford now, it all led me to one conclusion: I am in dire need of new dreams.