BobW, We have so much discussed the Kirk figure in this dream that I thought you might find it interesting to read the dream in its entirety. I have offered it for a reading to another interpreter, who rejected it as not especially meaningful. My opinion differs, needless to say!

Intrigued by the "two moons" image, I set out on a quest to discover what it meant in dreams in general. I collected twelve dreams that included the element "two moons," read them all (with much labor over several days) and drew some conclusions on their meanings within the context of dreams.

But here is the dream...Perhaps you would care to comment....

Two Moons Dream: I was both a young woman and the female mind of a spaceship in space. It lacked propulsion, having been set into motion by another ship and now traveling solely on momentum. Several unexplained disappearances of spaceships and satellites had occurred recently, and I (as the woman) was assisting my superior officer (a man about a decade older) to determine what was happening to our ships.

I (as the ship) then fired our burners, but we weren't supposed to have our own, so this was another anomaly, and I caused the ship to alter its trajectory. I fired the burners once more and set the ship in a specific position aiming into space. At this point, I (as the woman) and the officer were aware (as it seemed we had always been) of a "Mother Satellite," and that this was where the missing crafts were going. They were congregating on the "Mother Satellite's" hull as though she was collecting them from all over space, and this was where I (as the ship) had pointed us, as well. My sense of the "Mother Satellite" was that she was benign and that she had no malignant design, but perhaps a purpose, in collecting the ships, although I did not know her whole mind.

The officer and I (as the woman) continued to hurriedly look through tech manuals to explain the burners on the ship, but as I flipped through pages, chaos broke out behind me in the corridors, a battle inside the ship. Men and women were running and shouting and waving Star Trek-like "phasers" and shooting, although I did not see anyone but crew members in their Star Trek-like uniforms of solid, muted primary colors.

I turned to a page in the manual with several articles in boxes and one box was highlighted by being printed on a yellow background. There was also an image that echoed the headline, "Two Moons in the Sky." This excited me, because I knew I had found the explanation for all the strange disappearances and the burners. I waved the manual around looking for someone to tell, but almost got shot in random fire at an intersection of two corridors, so I ducked away from that hallway into a corner. While I was looking for cover, a green gas began to creep in along the floor of the ship.

I and Captain Kirk and Lt. Uhura got trapped by the gas and were slowly backed into a small room. They had phasers, but I was unarmed. They were shooting at the gas, but that was obviously useless. It was about to touch us, so, in desperation, I blew at it. It seemed to give way a little before my breath, which encouraged me, so I began to blow harder, and the other two realized it was helping, and they added their breath to mine. We all blew as fast and hard as we could and blew the green gas back until it finally dissipated and disappeared completely from the ship.

[I should also mention that my mother died Nov. 11, and my two sisters and I arrived (from three, widely separate locations) at her side approximately 24 hours before her passing and were with her as she slipped away. I had this dream Nov. 9, the morning before I got the call. It is my strong inclination that the "mother satellite" represents Mom, and the satellites drawn out of their orbits and drawn to her side are my sisters and me. Burning the thrusters to head toward the mother satellite was my response to the unheard call that preceded the phone's ring the next day. As I noted above, I am still wrestling with other elements of this dream, such as the "two moons."]

When I respond on this site, I always try to remember to make clear that I'm proceeding as if it were my dream; and, if it were, I'd go along with what you've arrived at so far. In a PM I gave you my thoughts on "two moons", and wonder if the metaphor isn't the approach/avoidance reaction we have when faced with a deathbed. (I'm assuming that, before the dream, you had reason to believe your mother's death loomed, though perhaps not as imminently as proved to be the case.)
Duty calls us to go; but the taboo feeling that surrounds death wants us to flee, and I wonder if that mutiny doesn't represent - in an almost literal way animate - that desire. And here we come to the nub of things.

There comes a time when all the phasers, all the warp drives, all the beaming mechanisms, all the gadgets and all the high-tech might as well be yard art. Then it's the man that counts, the woman that counts. I think of Sullenburger over the East River with both engines out, his 21st Century marvel now just a glider, he and his first officer having to hand-fly with only one chance.

Yup, sometimes it all comes down to heavy breathing. And sometimes that's all it takes.

I have been reminded this morning not always to look for the one-to-one waking associations suggested by a dream. I was working with a young man whose logic was bullet-proof, yet he was making no headway in his dream at all, at least, not to my way of thinking. Yet, he was confident in the satisfying conclusions he was drawing.

I threw up my hands, figuratively, of course. Perhaps, it IS all about heavy breathing. Maybe it is the breath of life that keeps the toxins of death away. We live only as long as we breathe. It's not "rocket" science, just Life.

Thank you for your comments, Bob. I will continue to ponder this dream.

What he might be missing is that, though the logic may come from Aristotle, the premises are more those of Lewis Carroll. Accept the premises of The Mad Hatter and the Red Queen; and Wonderland becomes a highly logical place.