Weird dream last night... I was with some friends (Mike, Cindy, and probably some others) on board the USS Peleliu. I think it was at sea at the time, but we were visiting it as part of some kind of tour. I commented that this was the ship I'd been on for two weeks (and indeed, it was) and every time they would show us some part of it, I'd say "Yeah, I was here." In my dream, I had bare feet. I knew this was a no-no, and someone even commented on it once. I kept trying to hide it, even though I knew it was pointless. I wanted to take over the tour and show Mike and Cindy the other parts of the ship that I'd been to, but wasn't sure if that would be OK. At one point, I saw Gy. Hayes, the guy who was in charge of the group I was working with when I was on board IRL. Waved hi to him, but was worried he'd want to take me aside to help them fix some IT problem. Weird, kinda disjointed dream. I need to learn how to tell stories better.