Had the weirdest day-dream last night. Somehow got clearance to enter this spaceship, pretty weird cylindrical lab-like environment. Warm and friendly-like. Everything was rounded. No harsh colors or hard lines. Airy and light.
Anyway, turns out I'm suddenly French-kissing (being French-kissed) by an alien. I'm both in the alien lab (dream) and at home (actually) at the same time. I know that the lab attendants might have been expecting the encounter, and my friends at home may have been slightly surprised. The weird thing was being torn between gesturing (with my eyes; hands and mouth were occupied) toward recognition of high weirdness to my friends, and then also (more importantly) maintaining a sense of proper decorum during this protracted, fly-by-night slow-motion encounter of the fourth kind.
It was like some kind of diplomatic handshake that would have been disrespectful to overlook or not perform in it's entirety, which was around pi/4 arc rotations in duration, or something like that. You know, just in case this starts being a thing.