Mmm...so nice to have a nice dream.

Most of my dreams are not awful or nice, just some sort of zone where people behave differently than they normally do and I'm confused. Then there are the dreams where I'm someone else entirely.

This morning I was myself, and I was working for an Iranian woman, and I was apparently living at her house, and packing because I was leaving because my contract was up or something, though I'd be back for another contract run soon.

Sean Bean shows up. In that great suit he wore for part of National Treasure. And he ends up hugging me. But not a little hug. A really close, stroking kind of hug, and at the end he kisses me on the neck. Eeeeeeeee.

In the dream I was really surprised, but also quite looking forward to coming back for the next contract. Gee, wonder why!

See you tonight, flist.

Crazy late night thoughts.

Let the war between pumpkins and jesters begin.