Battlestar Dream

Last night's dream had me serving as an officer on the Battlestar Galactica. It was awesome. My position was not clear, but I did get to almost see a hot pilot's ass in the shower. I didn't though. Nothing truly exciting happened, but one of my men needed a blood transfusion for some reason from Chief Tyrol, and ended up in sickbay recovering. Someone else recommended to me that Tyrol needed a promotion:

"You know what you have to do. You need to Huether* Tyrol and get him out of lockup."

I agreed, so I went to Admiral Adama with the Huether sweater, and asked his permission. Adama basically ignored the question and told me I could find Tyrol in the brig. This was meant as approval / reminder that I didn't need permission to promote him. That's where the dream ended.

* "Huether" is the name of a very old hotel in uptown Waterloo, but in my dream it became the name of a rank or promotion that could be received by a Deck Chief. It was represented by a grey sweater with a bit of decoration on the lapels -- very naval.