Another dream of mine for your amusement and my records:

I was an astronaut. More accurately, I was a 30-something, American male astronaut. (Why can I never actually be myself in my dreams? This has to mean something. It happens too often not to be a somewhat meaningful theme.) I was on a mission to the moon with two other men. One was named Danny, and he was my husband.

Danny and I got to leave our craft upon landing and go to the nearby moon-based space port for supplies while our fellow crew-mate stayed on board to monitor everything. He was very put out about it.

It was our first time on the moon and both of us were excited to step out. I remember very little dialogue as I had the dream about 16 hours ago, but there was a lot of adorable flirting about who got to step out on to the surface first. For the record, I believe that I won.

The rest of the dream featured the two of us walking hand in hand on the moon together like two tourists or something… except we were wearing spacesuits so, there’s that. It was really stinkin’ cute. We made it to the space port where we talked to members of the stationary crew about provisions and asked if they could take pictures of us.

Not a very exciting dream… a bit odd and very cute, but there it is.