Abby’s office is having a “Western Week.” Anyone who knows my wife knows that she loves themes. To that end, we gathered some of her western stuff, which filled a rolling suit case, and she dressed up very westernly today. She looked great on her way out the door this morning.

Dream: I work at NASA. We begin to notice acts of sabotage that border on terrorism; exploding bolts on the brake lines of executives’ cars, computer hard drives destroyed with acid, etc. Our search for the perpetrator leads us to believe it is an inside job. I am assigned to clean out a storage room that is full of calcified rust stains in a large bathtub arrangement to get to boxes with important information in them. The contents of one box reveals the suspect to be one of our senior leaders. We hole up in an SUV and discuss it, but decide that if “they” already know about this and that, the SUV is surely bugged as well. We are then at a large computer screen, where Michelle (who actually works at NASA) is looking through records of purchases the senior leader’s wife made in Venezuela. Various translations of notes on the receipts reveal she has marked everything “secret.” At this point we realize there is no time, and “they” are locking us into a large gym. I leap from one surveillance camera to another, turning each one off, but it’s too late. We find our way to the roof, where two coworkers, one with a serious heart condition, and I escape the gym through a trap door into a desert. There we are encouraged to see other NASA workers who are making their way to freedom in the distant mountains.

Aside from obvious institutional paranoia, this dream is probably the result of seeing a few scenes from the remake of Coma on tv last week while we were getting ready for the Ashford wedding, and looking at some excellent images Michelle’s beau Matt sent me last week of the space shuttle.