I dreamed I was one of two people selected to go into space as an observer. I knew the other person, a man, but didn't recognize him from index of real life people.
We went onto the spacecraft, a white, clean vessel. The other observer and I then engaged in identifying our souvenir tee shirts. What should we wear? This seemed very important to us. We held different ones up and then realized, we were launching. Going to the front, we discovered, actually, we had launched. We were in space. Yet we weren't weightless; we had no great views of Earth or space.
Instead, we donned our space suits and talked to the crew. What could we do to help? After a bit, I decided to important thing to do is pick up a rag and some cleanser and walk around removing residue, cleaning and polishing.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com