So I've been digging through old entries in my dream journals.
August 15, 1996
I dreamed that Charlies hands were tired, but he tried to help me anyway. There was an odd sexual tone, a desire, but I was too self conscious to act upon it. Aliens in the field. I ran saying "take me" to a distant one and "I love.." to the one hovering directly above. I look down only to see a patch of thick grass and weeds. The aliens then levitated a bucket of water and poured it onto the thick strip of vegetation, then proceeded to ascend into the stars. Running inside, climbing dry soil. I know it was a test.