One of the biggest news stories in dreamland involved a resident of Guam going into space with four chimpanzees. St. Croix B. Soban ended up being the first polynesian in space. Even more interesting was the fact that this territory of the republic was doing everything on its own dime. Going into space with four chimpanzees was simply a test run and there were plans for two more flights. The next one would have a different ratio of people and monkeys and the final third flight would take another mixed crew to the moon.

The first expedition was an hour long and most of the dream happened during the flight. First there was a crisis where Earth was being invaded by these creatures who resembled clusters of asparagus. Each of their tips would bend down revealing ferocious dragon heads. Turns out that these folks were Earth's ally and simply heralds of a coming invasion from a space swarm. All the comic book heroes, Marvel and DC alike, fought this menace and worked together despite their corporate affiliations for the greater good.

Making matters worse, there was a virus running rampant all over the planet. Pigs were the carrier and it was transmitted by touch between humans. No one hugged or kissed and held hands anymore. The first signs of infection were having mottled hair, leopard stripes, moo cow spots, calico and checkerboard patterns of varying strange colors along with a few unlucky people having their hair the same color as 6mm aluminum. Eventually I learned this was part of the swarm's advance upon the planet.

Finally the sun turned red and the sky got all biblical as clouds of these creatures descended upon humankind's cities. Spiderman was one of the last, he wanted to make one final stand in hopes of making a difference but when the bugs set upon him there were too many. Fortunately Superman came down from one of the numerous satellite colonies and brought Spidey to safety. Interesting thing, the bugs resembled one of the forms of the nemesis in the last nightmare of 2005.

I turned my attention away and discovered that the world was bright and sunny without a care in its heart. My surroundings were full of people from work, drinking and chattering at a party to welcome home people from Iraq. I decided to sit alone with my big empty pitcher. The pitcher ended up making everyone walk past me and pour their drinks, or drinks they found, into my pitcher which I'd eventually pour into the toilet. I don't want their cooties, I don't want to get drunk and I don't trust them as a whole.

Outside there was a ruckus and I could see an ancient black pickup truck rambling over hills towards the treeline. A black comet had struck the backyard, no explosion, and smouldered thankfully without igniting the grass. The astronaut from Guam had returned from his trip. Since everyone at work considered me to be more intelligent than them, it was my duty to ask questions. When I did approach the astronaut, he was dressed like a Roman Catholic cardinal. Turns out his mission was one of many meant to convert the swarm and spare our planet.