Little joncwriter in Slumberland...

This is what happens when I eat ravioli parmigiana with meat sauce so close to bedtime. I had a weird dream last night that Emm and I went visited the mansion of some famous musician with a few other people. The main room everyone was in was this incredibly beautiful arched hall not unlike a cathedral. We stayed for a bit and then decided to leave. But when she and I got out to the car, she was nowhere to be seen. For some odd reason the musician was keeping her hostage, and I had to make my way back in and do certain tasks in order to get her back. Somewhere in here I found shades of Pink Floyd, who I'm currently reading about, and Sin City, which I just recently saw over the weekend. Go figure...

Of course, I woke up before everything was resolved, but not before I realized that all I needed to do was ask the musician nicely and he would let her go. Surprisingly I didn't wake up on the floor with someone talking offscreen about me making all sorts of noise in my sleep. :p