I'm at home, outside the house. Off in the distance, I can see a tornado forming. I yell to someone (I know not who), "Tornado!" They come over to look, and say "It's heading this way!"
As we run into the house, the tornado had recessed into the clouds, and began to reform just overhead. I remember thinking that I really wanted to get a picture of it.
We run into the house, and sit on the floor. The entire house shakes mildly, as if it were a low-grade earthquake. After it stopped, I went outside again, just in time to see another tornado (maybe the same one?) start to form. I run back into the house, and endure the shaking once more.
I'm sitting at a row of computers. The room is dark, lit only by the light of the monitors. Sitting to my right is Gates McFadden. I look over at her, and immediately get the impression that she and I are good friends.
She stands up and asks me to sit at her terminal, and explain to her the parts of an e-mail header, and what they mean. I point to the first line on the monitor, and explain what the "Return Path" is. I then point to the second line, "Received From", and she takes my hand in hers as I point along the screen. As she holds my hand while I guide it down through the headers, there is an audible tremble in my voice; I am nervous.
After I finish explaining the headers, she smiles. We look at one another for a few seconds, and I stand up. She says "Thank you", and we swap seats. During the remainder of the time we had together, we would occasionally look at one another and smile, sharing brief glances.
I need a ride to the moon. I have to go to the moon to install some kind of antennae assembly. (I have no idea why.) Anyway, it just so happens that I'm in front of my old high school, and one of the substitute teachers has a flying VW bus. I ask for a ride, and he initially says "No", but time shifts forward and I find myself aboard. I ask the driver if this thing can possibly reach the moon, and he says "I don't think so."
I head to the back to sit down, disappointed. Everything then fades away, and I eventually wake up.