That is an AWESOME dream!
Last night I dreamed that Mr. Language and I were staying in our friend's house, which we call "vacation". We woke up early and he got us hamburgers from Wendy's for breakfast, then drove me to work at a nearby nuclear facility, where I shared a control booth with my best friend with whom I have been in love for years, E.O.T.
Our job was filling 12oz metallic bags with coffee beans, and we had red, yellow, blue, and green bags. E.O.T. needed a bag of coffee for a going-away party, and we had an extra red one so I suggested he take it. Then his wife came in, and was going to ignore me, but I noticed that her eyes were reflecting strangely and said "Oh, A, do you have cataracts?"
Suddenly friendly, she explained that she didn't have cataracts, but that it was a congenital condition. I was unconvinced, and then she left. After she left, I kept staring at the green lights and became convinced that we were being exposed to dangerous levels of radiation and the panel was rigged to not warn us, so I told E.O.T. that I couldn't work with him anymore.
Then I woke up.