Phantasms

Deanna found herself walking through a corridor aboard the Enterprise. She was wearing her Starfleet uniform, just as she had been earlier. Something was wrong. The lighting was dim, and the familiar walls seemed strangely distorted.

She continued walking until she reached a doorway. Beyond it was a room filled with strange equipment. Several unfamiliar men stood inside, examining something on a table.

Deanna recognised one of them as a member of the Enterprise crew, but his expression was completely unfamiliar.

"What's happening?" she asked.

Nobody answered.

Suddenly, a strange buzzing sound filled the room. Deanna looked down and gasped.

A moment later, she was standing completely naked.

She instinctively folded her arms across her chest, desperately trying to cover herself.

"Please...

One of the men approached, carrying a strange instrument.

Deanna woke with a violent gasp.

She was sitting upright in her bed, breathing heavily. For several seconds she simply stared around her quarters, trying to establish where she was.

Then she looked down.

Her nightdress was still on.

She pulled the covers around herself and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness..."

She touched her forehead, which was damp with perspiration.

It had all been a dream.