I woke up this morning from the middle of a very pleasant dream. And though I wasn't happy about being woken up from it, it put me in a very pleasant frame of mind for the morning. Since I know you're all dying to know what I was dreaming about, I'll share.
I was in a pub in England. I think it was the set from an earlier dream that involved me being in a movie with Colin Firth (yes, these dreams are related). Anyway, a pub. I was at a large table with a group of people. I remember Mary Wilkes was there, because I was asking her about a scarf she had. She told me I could buy it at the pub, but I had to take a quiz about the pub to be able to buy it. I guess I got up and did that. When I came back, I sat down, and sitting next to me was Mark Darcy/Colin Firth (I was thinking of him as Mark Darcy-in the first dream though, he was Colin Firth). We were kind of casting glances at each other while talking to others at the table. So I grabbed his chair and pulled it closer to me. Then I put my arm around the back of his chair. He looks over at me. Our eyes meet. He gently puts his hand on my leg, then I put my arm around him, and he puts his head on my shoulder. And it was so happy. And I woke up. In this very content, happy place. Definitely a good thing.
This is what I get for watching my Bridget Jones DVD right before bed.
Current song in my head:
"Mambo No. 5" by Lou Bega