no sex in the champaign room

so i had this dream last night, and its kind of science geeky so i'm going to try to annotate it for the confused.i dreamed i was in the lab and we were having a party, and for some reason i was wandering around swigging from a bottle of champaign. but then i realized that i was standing in the hot room while doing it (hot room is the room we work with radioactivity in, the normal lab prohibition of no food, drink, smoking, gum, applying cosmetics, or doing much of anything that involves going near your mouth or other bodily orifices applies triple or quadruple in that room. the levels or radioactivity we work with a small enough that the only two real dangers that exist are getting it on you and tracking it out of the lab (which means a spanking by the NRC for you, the lab, and the university) or ingesting some of it where as it passes through you it does nasty things to the soft squishy things on your insides. take home message, no eating in the hot room). so in my dream, i'm standing there in the hot room, taking swigs from the bottle touching pieces of equipment that i know are contaminated and radioactive (the 'fuge (centrifuges are always fuck all hot, there's nothing you can really do about it) the water bath, the sink (we wash radioactivity down the sink, perfectly legal under a certain amount but means the sink has a good chance of being hot)) and then touching the lip of the bottle, setting the bottle down on things, basically getting it good and grubby, and then taking big drinks out of it. i woke up in a real freaked out panic and had to lay there and calm myself down for a while before i could accept that it was only a dream and go back to sleep. i don't like dreaming, i think i'm going to go back to not doing it, i sleep better that way.