Garage Doors in Space

“I think I remember dreaming,” Doc says, “sort of. I remember it was usually depressing.” They’re sitting around behind the garage doors of the cargo bay, killing time until they get to Aporia, drinking beer and chewing epoxy resin as the credits to Vanilla Sky scroll across Vienna’s jector.
“The cessation of dreaming after brain damage is common, but always accompanied by systemic visual agnosia during waking,” Vienna says. “Our unique presentation of symptoms would suggest deliberate dopaminergic sabotage.”
“Huh?” Corker dribbles some water down his front.  
“Not-dreaming is a side effect, darling. Of the edits.” Hoshi hands him a handkerchief.  “None of us can dream, yeah?”
“I have a dream,” Robin says, from his perch on the railing along the balcony.
Blue snorts into her beer.  “You ain’t got a dream.”  
 “Blue!” Vienna hits her arm. “I think he’s trying to tell us something,” she kneels before the little boy.  “Yes, Robin?”
“When I placed my head upon my pillow, I did not think... I saw, with shut eyes, but acute mental vision: sunshine and rain at once. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.” Robin leans over backwards until he is dangling by his knees.  
“A little shriek and a crash of broken glass. A strange boy, broken through, rushed in like a tornado. How wildly we romped! But then, a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. A heap of broken images, and the dead tree gives no shelter,  and the dry stone no sound of water. A screaming comes across the sky. Up call'd a pitchy cloud of locusts, warping on the eastern wind, and I am swallowed up.”
“Holy,” Blue says.
“That’s what dreaming’s like,” West says, hovering in the opening of the garage door. “It’s like being insane in a zero-logic prison-world built out of warped memories. And then you wake up and you wish it hadn’t ended.” He closes his eyes. “I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...”
“Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?” Robin tilts his head at his Captain.