I fell asleep in the afternoon, and had a jetlag-infused dream, which was uncommonly coherent.
The dream was I went to the moon as part of a USAnian team. In the moonbase we were visited by a delegation of Nazis.
One of my colleagues debated their presence: "Of course they are here, the they won the war, didn't they?" to which I replied "No, we won the war, and they brought us here".
One of the Nazi dignitaries asked me how old I was. I Laughed and said "old enough to be your son". Laughter shared by all.
I asked them about their moon base on the far side of the moon (Yay! Even when asleep I don't call it the "dark" side!) and told them I had heard that the landscape was beautiful there. And also that the radiation shielding had to be a big plus.
Then I woke up.
I don't appreciate Nazis, but I wish there was someone on the moon.