I have no idea where the following dream came from.
I dreamed that Stephen King had purchased an island.
Seems plausible so far.
He then proceeded to outfit it with a full spaceport and planned to launch his own shuttle into space.
At the end of the dream thousands of people were on hand to watch the takeoff.
It was a beautiful, clear night. The engines lit. The shuttle began to rise on a column of fire while the crowd cheered.
And then the shuttle veered toward the ground and exploded in a spectacular ball of fire.
Steven King, stay the hell out of space.