Most of my story ideas come from dreams or dreaming states, so maybe there’s some good material in there? I’m keeping track of my (more complex and memorable) dreams to see how dreams become reality and vice versa. Not to mention it ties into my current My Machine Life blog arc
On a spaceship/in space. Orbiting planets and a yellow sun. Starfleet-esque uniforms.
One type of humanoid (mine) is visited by another type of advanced humanoid almost identical to us, but have devices/chemistry/organs in their brains to make them peaceful and protect us. But this device/chemistry/organ is somehow broken or transformed, so they start attacking and killing my people (laser weapons etc.).
My people become refugees, hiding out aboard a massive ship in cramped conditions. I walk between multi-story bunks and beds, and see and hear children crying, compatriots reaching out and holding my hand as I hold them back for support. We’re the last that remain. They may find us soon.
Commentary: This sounds suspiciously like China-Taiwan relations/experience of the Taiwanese diaspora. It also speaks to my need to find compatriots, and all the baby posts on Facebook are influencing my dreams to include babies. The paternal instinct?
