I can only remember a dream that takes place in Alaska. It was the return point for trips to the moon. In the beginning I had just been dropped off and was going to have to wait for the flight out. There was a common area where people could eat and such. I think there was also some kind of signup sheet for going home that I missed the first time around. I got an evil stare from a crotchety old woman there who was an administrative type. She was aghast that I wasn’t aware of the sign up system of returning home. More people arrived. There was a crime of some sort. A murder perhaps. I investigated along with someone else. It was an inept investigation. In the end there was a scene in a large caverous church with walls lined in parachute-like tapestry. The perpetrators ran an and burned the place. The tapestries went up in smoke and everyone fled. At some point in the dream I called SF for a ride home from Alaska for T. And then I was going to have to call J for my ride but it took me forever to find his number in my phone. There were also large oatmeal cookies with chocolate chips in them, but I only remember eating them. I think R was there with me at times. Or maybe she’d made the cookies. Not sure.
