I am in a large public building at a gala event to celebrate an impending moon launch, which I am scheduled to be part of along with three others. The ship about to be launched is lightweight and looks like a big gumdrop. We are making history: it will be the first use of a non-rocket form of propulsion to escape the atmosphere, using some sort of manipulation of gravitational waves.

I am not in a celebratory mood. I just want to find my husband Jonathan and go home, but he has disappeared. I can’t find him in the crowds of people.

Finally, I airwalk/fly up above the crowd to look for him from above, and still don’t see him. Still flying, I begin to search in the upper recesses of the building, and find huge empty rooms made of metal with tiny vent-like openings. I lose track of how I got into one of them and search for a way out, but all the openings are too small.

Finally I find a hole in the floor where a ladder comes through from below, but someone is coming up the ladder and blocking the entrance. I have to let them through first. It’s the commander of our space mission, who reminds me "It's late, and we take off early in the morning."

I fly back homeward, and am distressed to see that it’s already getting light outside. Where did the time go? My husband must have gone back home, giving up on me. I get home and he asks where I’ve been all night. I don’t do a good job of explaining, and I can tell he’s upset. But I have to get to the ship.

I look for the supplies I’m supposed to bring and find them, but they are changed, not quite right. I take them and go anyway. The crew depend on me; I have a skill or natural ability that is essential for the flight.

I drive to the site, but it’s the wrong one. I forgot that they changed the location for takeoff at the last minute. When I get back in the car to drive to the other site, a group of trainees is in the car, wanting a guided tour. The timing seems wrong, but I do my best to explain stuff about the mission, and the new type of propulsion, as I drive toward the new site.

I feel bad about arriving at the last minute, but I know they’ll wait for me. They have to. At no point am I really thinking about our lunar trip itself, even though I know I’m going. Earth is complicated enough.

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