Last night's dream was, in fact, a Fringe/X-Files cross over. I was a Scully-type doctor character, investigating the existence of extraterrestrials, and I was contacted by Olivia after Peter, who had gone mysteriously missing, turned up seriously injured. He was bleeding internally, really banged up. The dream shifted from my POV as the doctor trying to figure out how to stabilize Peter, to Peter's. He was semi-conscious, and began having flashbacks to what had happened to him. Turns out he'd been subjected to a classic abduction-and-probing by mysterious grey aliens. Through a porthole on the alien spaceship, he saw the planet Jupiter. Now, how that information got to me I have no idea, but the next thing that happened was that Olivia, Walter (who looked like the Cigarette Smoking Man!) and I had figured out the Jupiter connection, and started rigging a hospital bed to vibrate "at the same frequency of the planet Jupiter." As soon as we turned it on, Peter's vitals began to improve, and he regained consciousness sufficiently to sigh, "Oh man, that feels so much better!" All this was taking place in a motel room, and I oversaw his transportation to an ambulance gurney for his trip to the hospital. While the EMTs were loading him into the ambulance, I confided in Olivia that Peter was still in danger. He was getting septic. "If only the aliens had properly sanitized their probes first!" I lamented.
Then I woke up.
Then I woke up.