I had this dream that I met Jose (Pepe) Gonzalez, the illustrator 1939-2009. It was great because he didn't make me speak Spanish and the dream was in English. And in color. Anyway, we were hanging around this moldy, cavernous castle on an asteroid (the atmosphere in this particular part of space was oxygenated) but I didn't really care if I could breathe or not since there were women everywhere. Thin, yet curvy specimens with black hair and porcelain skin. They were sitting on giant mushrooms that you could eat.
