Last night I had a dream that was kind of like a mash-up of Pacific Rim, Gravity and The Sparrow (because of course I did). I was a rookie biologist on a spaceship piloted by a bunch of PR characters, including Hannibal Chau. I was there to study plants in space, but I was just having a terrible time. (I think at one point I actually said, “I hate space,” à la Ryan Stone in Gravity). Toward the end of the dream I desperately wanted to leave the ship, but I refused to go anywhere until Hannibal came back from some mission. The dream ended when Hannibal returned, we had a heart-to-heart about how I wanted to go back to Earth, and then I jumped out a window. The End.