I usually enjoy dreaming at night about genealogy. I've had some good ones - discovering the family bible, hugging my great-grandfather, and Swedish estate papers morphing into English. But last night's genealogy dream went too far.

In the dream, my wife planned a surprise second honeymoon for us. It was just the two of us a luxurious hotel, and a romantic setting. She had also planned a bunch of fun activities. Just as I was relaxing and enjoying the time with her, the dream switched to a library, where me and hundreds of other genealogists were combing through the brand new 1950 U.S. census. I don't think this was one of the activities she planned for us, but if she did, she must really, really love me.

Then I woke up. Good thing that in real life I have a wife who loves me and a job I love!