I awoke in our ship. It was a small shuttle/dropship. The ship's interior was shades of brown touched with lighted pannels. The one room ship had a door on the left side and it was open. I looked behind me, my brother John was sitting on the back bench, sleeping. I was sitting at the control station. The control pannel had three buttons in the center. The station itself consisted of the chair I was sitting in, the lit controll pannels on both sides, and the depressed portion before me where the three buttons lay. They were each a diffrent color. The on on the left was blue, I somehow knew this one must be pressed first, the center one was yellow, I knew this one came last, and the on on the right was red, I think, or was it green? I knew it came second in the sieres.

I thought that it made no sense that we were just sitting here, so I pushed the buttons. Blue first, with my right index finger, red with my ring finger on the same hand, then yellow with my middle, longest finger. The engine made a strained sound of trying to start, then nothing. But this did wake John from his sleep. My brother John was a big fellow, only two years older then me, he was a foot and a half taller, and much stronger. Just a tad overweight, though, but his height ballenced that out some. His thick stranded black hair was a bit frissled, but his cloths were fine. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and a black jacket. His face was red as if from some heat, but he was otherwise fine.

"Matt," said he, "What happened?"

"I don't know," I said. "I just woke up. The ship won't start though."

"Let me try it," He said.

I stood and scooted the chair back to the right side of the room. John tried the controles, just as I had, but with the same result. He was puzzled. I looked out the forward view windows. The window itself was devided into three sections. The front and largest, the two of equal sizes on the left and right of the main one. Those two were slanted back just a tad. Out the view I saw metal girders, the cealing of the room we were in. I walked to the open door and steped out. We seemed to be in a sort of shuttle bay. The space outside was kept out by a forcefield. Also in the small, brightly lit bay were crates and boxes, and another shuttle of a diffrent configuration in the opposite corner. John stepped up beside me.

"I'm going to check this place out," I said.

"I'll go with you," John said.

We walked streight ahead into another room. The wall of this room was to the right and to the left was a walled off section. An opening to the left revieled onlyempty shelves. A few feet furthur, the room opened up and there was a desk and the form of a man sitting at it. The only thing was it was as a shaddow. Perhaps partially in a diffrent time or a diffrent dimention, I couldn't be sure. He was talking on a phone that was sitting atop the desk. He had the phone in his hand and his feet propped on the desk, but he took no notice of us. His talking was a mear murmur or mumble, nothing I could make out, so I decided to go on.

There was an open door frame to the right, so I went that way. Through this door was an walled off section to the left, forming another hallway. At its end, to the right, the room opened. Here there were a few pannels open, revieling the station's circutry (For I began to believe that this was a station, not a ship, don't ask me why...) There was also a table in the center of the room and three young men at the various pannels on the walls. There were two more open door frames, one to the left, and one on the opposite side of the room. I tried to go into the one on the left, but there was a young man blocking the way. Beyond him, in the room was the one active control pannel I had seen in the whole of the station. Another young man was working at it. These men were more then shaddows, like the first one. They were a bit more defined and I could make out their clothes, shades of blue, orange, and red. It was as if they were there, but blurred, as it I was under water looking at them. I looked back to see that John was still with me, though very quiet, as was I. The young man blocking the doorway seemed to be aware of us, but unconcerned.

"You cannot leave just yet," he said.

I tried to get by him, but for some reason could not. He said nothing else and seemed to have lost awareness of us altogether. I decided to go through the other exit out of this room. It led back into the shuttle bay. John headed back to the shuttle, but I wasn't done looking around yet. I walked along all four walls of the shuttle bay, but couldn't find any other exits. This was going to be harder then I thought. I went back to the shuttle. John was in the back, sitting on the bench trying to think of something. I tried the start up sequence again but to no avail. There must be a way, I mused. And, it must have to do with that control pannel that guy was working at.

"Yes," John said, as if he had read my thoughts. "But how do we get to it."

"We have to get out of here and find Jessie..." Jessie!? Who's Jessie? I asked myself. I remember, we went through that wormhole, we were comming after Jessie. Jessie's a girl. We have to find her and save here, then go back through that wormhole. The only thing was, I didn't remember much else... "John," I said, "I'm going to see if I can find some way to distract them."

"I'm going with you," He said.

We went back to the room with the table. Trying to move the pannels and crates made no diffrence to these young men. I then noticed that there was something on the table now. What appeared to be cookies. Four inch diameter cookies, toped with white cream and M&M's. I picked one up and took a bite.

"John, these are pretty good," I said. Just then, the men took notice. Not of me, or the cookie I held, but of the fact that the cookies were there. It was as if they hadn't noticed them before. They all came to the table, picked one up, and went back to work eating the cookie that they had. "John, I've got an idea," I said. "Stay here for a second."

I went back into the shuttle bay and moved a crate into the center of the room. From another crate I pulled a sheat and spread it across the crate I had moved. Now I had the table and tablecloth. Now all I need is the main course. I went to the room we had gone through first. I had overlooked a bottle of liquid in the shelved room we had passed earlier. I took it and some small, plastic cups. I set them all out on my makeshift table and filled the cups with the liquid. I recapped the bottle and stowed it in my shuttle. Then I thought of something, I didn't know what the outside of my ship looked like, so I took a second to look over it. It was ovular and brown, about twenty feet long and ten wide and ten tall, with two cilindricial engines protruding from each side on the aft section. Each was six or seven feet long and about a foot and a half in diameter. The basic shape was as if you took ovals of diffrent sizes and stacked them where the smallest ones were the top and bottom, and the bigest one in the center, making the ship widen and lengthen at the center point of the ship (about five feet from the ground. Sorry for the vague discription, but I only had time to take a glance.)

I dashed back to the room where John was. "Okay, help me take all the cookies to the table in the shuttle bay," I said.

"Okay," he replied.

We picked up all the cookies and started off with the two heaps. Just as I had hoped, all five of the young men followed. We set the cookies on the table and the young men seemed to sit down as if on chairs at the table, though there was nothing but air holding them up. My brother and I rushed back to the room with the firts table. I told John to wait at the door and tell me if the young men started to come back, then I went in. This room was dark, it was lit only by the glowing control pannels. There were two, each devided into two grids. I started at the one on the left. It seemed that this one had the main opperations of the station. The characters seemed forign to me, yet somehow I knew exactly what to do. I ran the fingers of both my hands across the two grids of multiple shaped and colored, touch pad buttons. Each press I made had a quiet beep accompaning it to let me know the button had been pushed. Soon I was so engadged that the beeps were constant. Soon my right hand was all over both the grids, and my eyes and left hand wondered to the left pannel's grids. The left pannel stored the stations main information. It seemed that they had been studying a binary star system of one small red dwarf, and one bright blue super-giant, niether of which was stable, in fact, the readout showed that very soon, the dwarf was going to colide with the super-giant, and that in doing so could cause the giant to go Nova. Both my hands shifted to these grids, and I started a data transfer to send the data to my shuttle. After initiating this command I noticed something else. In this data was listed the whereabouts of the misterious Jessie and several wormhole locations. Also listed were jump coordinates to get to Jessie and to get to a wormhole home, wherever that was. My left hand stayed on the left pannel and my right hand was on the right, restoring power to my ship. My eyes were racing back and forth between the pannels, reading from the left while working on the right. Finnaly, the right hand pannel chirped a message that power had been restored. I shifted all my attentin to the left hand pannel, trying to speed up the process. As I was nearing completion, I heard John call out to me.

"Matt, hurry, they're getting up and comming back."

With all my attention on the left pannel, I was working faster then I thought possible. Then, a warning sounded. The stars were about to colide. The transfer almost complete, I rushed out of the room. I took hold of my brother's arm as I ran passed and we ran to the shuttle together. John closed the door and I took up the control seat.

"Let's get out of here!" John exclaimed.

"Just a few more seconds..." I said.

"Now! Take off now!" He pleeded.

"Just a few more seconds...Got it!" I exclaimed. "Starting up now."

I trigered the start up sequence, blue, red, yellow. This time it worked. The engines started and the shuttle lifted off the ground. I started backing out through the force field and I heard one of the young men yell out: "No! Not yet! You'll ruin everything!" All five of them were in the shuttle bay shouting and waving their arms in diffrent directions as if they knew we were there, but didn't know where we were in the room. The ship slipped through the forcefield, and I turned around and trottled up to 100%. The brightness of ths star was overwelming. I reached for a pair of dark sunglasses that were in a small compartment to my right. I put them on and could see just fine, though it was still very bright.

"Switching to gamma correction level twelve," John said.

He must have hit a switch back were he was, because the forward and side viewing windows were covered in a dark shade of tint that made it barable to look out. With my sunglasses on I could see just fine. I laied in a course toward the wormhole that the shuttle's scanners had logged into history and prepaired to make the jump.

"This must be the bright blue star of Orion," John said. "Or one very similier."

"Yes," said I. "Initating jump in three, two, one...now." I slid my right hand across the right controll grid, and with a blur of light, we were off. "Don't worry about them," I said, "They're in a diffrend dimension and time, the stars blowing up now will have no affect on them."

"That's a relief," John said.

Within minutes, we were at a full stop and looking down the throat of our wormhole.

"Well," said John, "Time to go home-"

"Wait!" I inturupted. "What about Jessie?"

"Jessie? Oh, Jessie...yes..."

"I have her location from the station's data, we can go after her...I must go after her," I said. "I don't know why, but we can't just leave her stranded wherever this is."

"No, we can't," John said. "Set our course to her location, we're going after her."

"All right!" I exclaimed. "Course set, jumping in three, two, one...Jeronimo!"

With that we were off. Jessie, I'm comming...

And that's when I woke up. Though this is just a bit diffrent then my dream, it's still very close. Dreams make reality fiction and fiction reality. Many of the greatest works ever were dreams that men preserven in writing. Thus if ever I have a dream that I still remember whe I wake (because we have many more dreams then we remember having, but our minds block them out once they are over) but if ever I remember a dream upon waking, I will write it down so I will always remember it. Who knows, perhaps I will be able to turn it into a story, or, perhaps it could be a message who's time has not yet come...In any case, this concludes my dream, Good night...Oh, and one last thing...I really don't know any Jessie, I wonder why she's been poping up in my dreams...I'll have to wait and see if I get to meet her...Adiue!

MS