I was to go up on a moonshot. Dunno why we had to go to the moon, but the dream was all about the suiting up, getting ready, cruising out to the pad, the elevator and the gantry, and finally the three-stage crush of Saturn V launch. And at every point, when I wasn't so busy looking at four thousand different little lights and gauges, my thought process was "Damn, it's worth being this uncomfortable to be THIS COOL!"