I just took a nap and dreamt that I had to do some outside-of-lab labwork at my house. But I was currently living with my parents in a futuristickish apartment. My dad tried to help, but when he got a sample of Laura and my compound that we had worked very hard to make in a sterile way, he dumped it on the countertop. I yelled out, "that's supposed to be sterile! you ruined the sample!" and then i think he poured it back into the rest of our compound, thereby contaminating all of it. I think this highlights two things:

1. Laura is my sterilization buddy.
2. I don't have faith in my dad's knowledge of science.

Later I dreamt that helen and i were swimming in a cement lagoon of sorts and had to swim over to watch some sort of submarine-type boat emerge from the water.