I've been having really vivid dreams lately. I could blame this on the NyQuil, but to be honest they started before this last bout of sickness so NyQuil is probably not the cause.

I had one a few weeks ago where a bunch of SFF writers -- young turks, new weird, whatever-the-hell you're calling (or refusing to call) yourself these days -- were at a Roman-style food orgy, complete with gorging, excessive drinking, food fights, smearing of foods and the, er, less pleasant aspects (though there was less of that). I was sitting with a friend of mine I haven't seen in almost two years and we were having a quiet discussion of a story he wrote while food was being flung all around us. I remember distinctly the absent-minded way he'd wipe the stray food off the manuscripts every time some would hit.

Anyway, last night I dreamt that Tim and I were going to some Easter celebration. For some reason, I ended up sleeping in the apartment while he was outside down the street -- perhaps camping? I woke up all excited and went hop-hop-hopping down the street, all ready to say, "I'm the Easter bunny, bop! Hop hop hop!" or something equally cutesy. A friend of ours saw me and tried, I think, to warn me, but I hopped past her and bounced up to Tim. Who glowered at me.

(I should note that this last part of the dream was dreamt in between snoozes -- I was so excited by the dream that I wanted to see how it ended, so I didn't wake up much while I hit the snooze alarm.)

He wasn't happy that I had slept in the apartment, and was just about to lay into me when the alarm went off again. This time I woke up all the way, noticed how late it was, and turned over to wake Tim.

Who glowered at me and growled exactly as he had in my dream, because he had just woken up.

Sigh.

Luckily in real life he wasn't really angry at me, just early-morning cranky, and by the time I was done with my shower we were all Bop bop bop! Pook, Timberries and Rambleflowers again.