I had a dream about sending a probe to a gas giant with a zillion moons and wondering if it would be able to send a signal back through all the stupid moons.

In a lated dream I was at the grocery store with Monica from work, and it was the East Woodman's which I forgot I was boycotting, and I was trying to find whiskey, but all the liquor was either clear or orange, which is a reflection of my real-life liquor collection. At some point I saw their fake loss-prevention douchebag and gave him the finger and told him to go fuck himself, etc.