Last night I had a weird dream about a Star Trek episode.  You remember that one with the Horta?  Yeah…that little blob like critter that could excrete some sort of powerful acid and melt its way through solid rock?  Yeah…  Anyway…in my dream, the Horta weren’t acidic.  They were explosive.  Instead of melting their way though the rock of their planet via caustic slime, they would hurl bits of themselves at the rock in the direction they wanted to go, and explode their way through the planet, eating the most delectable parts of the rubble as they went.  So Spock is wondering all through the episode why such an old planet shows so many signs of a highly active geology.  Fascinating Captain…until very recently, this planet was being continuously rocked by very small earthquakes…everywhere…

The Enterprise is called to help the mining colony on Janus VI when miners start mysteriously…exploding…for no apparently reason.

Kirk and Spock also notice that large portions of the planet’s surface are being constantly destroyed every fifty thousand years by some unknown process.  You know the part about how the Horta all die off periodically?  Yeah…  In my dream, what happens is that the Horta population eventually gets so dense that a tragic accident is bound to happen, and a couple Horta accidentally bump into each other and set off a Horta explosive chain reaction that destroys most of the planetary surface.  The few remaining Horta start laying eggs everywhere and eventually a new generation starts the process over again…

I remember telling the friend I was watching it with in my dream, that this episode of Star Trek was one of my favorites, because of all the pyrotechnics going off in it.  You didn’t have five minutes pass without some sort of major explosion going off somewhere.  Oh…and Dr. McCoy says "Dammit Jim I’m a doctor not a demolitions expert!"  In my dream I had the TV connected to the stereo, which was cranked way up for added effect.  Also, I had all the window blinds drawn so the room we were sitting in was dark, which made the explosions off the TV screen bright. 

Ah…the simple pleasures of boyhood.  Have I mentioned that my favorite muppet was Crazy Harry?

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