I just woke from a dream. I was on a space ship, and it had been on the verge of destruction. The other astronaut and I were best friends. We were the last of the human race. We made it to different life pods. We made it off the ship before it exploded, but blasted out in different directions. Our only hope was that somewhere nearby was an alien race that would rescue us. We only had a day of air left. I was desperate to steer my pod back towards my friend, so that no matter what, we could keep talking in the darkness.
Going back to sleep now.