We Interrupt this Blog for a Guest Writer...the Boss

My wife had this dream last night and was kind enough to write it up for me:

You invited me for a romantic evening in the country. We (with Noah)
drove out to a firing range operated by the U.S. military. There were no
checkpoints, just an abandoned sand pit on top of a bluff. You uncovered
what looked like a pile of brush to expose the ICBM. "Watch this!" you
exclaimed with glee. Turning a key, you released the missile. It spun
around to the left, then the right, circling an Amish village below. It
was very quiet; I remarked that Noah wasn't bothered by the noise. After
a while, it sputtered to the ground, releasing a parachute.

You giggled as the townspeople came out of their houses to see what had
happened. It was clear that this was not the first time a missile had
gone through their village. They sent search parties into the hills to
find out where it had gone. One search party found us, two men and two
women. The women could not speak English, but I gathered from their
questions that they were more interested in the silk of the parachute
than the missile itself. They used the silk to line the men's hats. You
seemed incredulous at this, but I patiently explained, "it is the second
best natural insulator, Tony!" We didn't tell them where the missile was
or that we had released it. They left, frustrated.

Rachel came out of the woods behind us, carrying two backpacks and a
Coleman stove and offered to escort us to safety. "There is a shortcut
over the fields!" She carried Noah and I carried the packs and stove.
You carried nothing. We scrambled down the hill of pines and then over
the farm garden fields, jumping short fences (only 2 feet tall) as we
went. We ended up in the parking lot of a college dorm, hiding behind
the cars as security went by. Choosing a red truck, Rachel told us to
"get in!" The keys were in the ignition (she didn't know why) and we
drove out of the lot to another dorm. Then we waited in the lobby as
half-naked coeds went from room to room. There was another woman with an
18-month old girl who was walking. Rachel was jealous. Then we left the
dorm and drove the truck over an embankment onto the main road.

That's when I woke up.