I dreamed that I was a worker, maybe an engineer, or the equivalent of a civil engineer, in an orbital facility. the faility was round, and produced something unimportant to the dream-plot, other than the point that it was high-tech and profitable.

there was a problem with the habitat, and since I was involved with putting it together, I was trying to help troubleshoot. I was working with Samuel and Barry (two engineers at my work in Reality) on solving some integrity problem. I think they were on the ground although they came up to inspect the problem.

the facility was sort of spherical, with red metal like the golden gate bridge. lots of struts and supports etc etc like you would expect. in one section there was room for an auditorium. I am not sure if it was intended to be recreational or more to provide a space for everyone to gather and hear announcements or such like. anyhow Barry had this bright idea of basically plugging the hole with a small missile. before Samuel or I could stop him he has somehow gotten a missile punched through the hull, nose cone outward, through the auditorium part. I am not clear on how he got it to be outward. the nose cone stopped about a foot in from the outer shell of the hull.

needless to say this did wonders for the structural integrity of the facility. and for my career. I was fired and sent earthside. this was a major disruption in everything I had planned, so I had no place to go really. I went to New York City and got some like small room in a temporary lodging thing.

I had to go look for clothes too. I ended up digging some old Navy uniforms - well not like uniforms, but more like the kind of stuff a Navy person would wear working out in the gym, off duty. for some reason my 'right' to wear that was tarnished but I never figured out that part of the dream. then I was supposed to hook up with some people I knew before getting the orbital gig.

they were near by. I emerged from my little hole and went to where they were hanging out in a small apartment and drinking beer. it was kind of yellowy lit with incandescent lightbulbs and everyone a little too close together for relaxing comfort. they observed that I was down to earth and in these Navy duds and I got somewhat castigated for allowing such a fuckup to happen to our orbital station (I guess part of what it produced was military-related, but it was not a military facility) as well as for pretending to claim that I had the right to associate myself with the Navy.

I was pretty unhappy but I realized that these things happen and we all must deal, nobody knows the details of your past as well as you do.