damned alarm clock

One of the reasons I hate "passing" for a human is I never get to finish the really good dreams.

This morning - I dream that I'm at a beach house with The Phenom and some woman named Amy DeHeart. I don't know an Amy DeHeart. I have no idea why that name would be plastered to someone in my dream. Anyway, we're sitting around, having a conversation, and through the window, we see the space shuttle flying over head. The black fuel tanks are still attached and it's really close -- so close we can read the writing on the side of the space shuttle. We are impressed and amazed. We rush to the windows to watch it as it goes over our house. And the thing plunges into the marsh behind the house. Very little splash. Also, unlike the airplanes and helicopters that buzz my house regularly, this is completely quiet.

Soon, the crew is popping up from the water (the shuttle disappeared completely under the water -- no wave or splash even. The crew members swim over to our deck and climb up. They aren't wearting the space suits you see on television - but completely casual clothes. We all introduce ourselves and shake hands. They explain that the government should be there fairly soon to pick them up. We invite them in. They have no luggage, only personal reading. Soon, they are sprawled out on couches and at tables -- I've fixed fresh orange juice for everyone, and am about to make toast when the damned alarm goes off.

I would have liked to have finished this dream. When telling The Phenom (one aspect of being human I do like is the intimacy of getting ready in the mornings and the conversations about our days, general silliness, etc.) about the dream - I wondered if maybe the astronaughts were aliens. The Phenom agreed - given the lack of equipment, spacesuits, and casual clothing and personal reading. Oh, another detail - this Amy DeHeart person - she was an astronaught too --- only she was on vacation. She didn't know any of the folks who splashed down with the shuttle. Perhaps more proof that they were aliens. Aliens who read and want toast.