Okay. Just before I woke up this morning, I had an AWESOME dream. It was totally inspired by the Georgette Heyer I was reading before I woke up this morning.
I was in my room, getting ready to go to a ball with my mother (who in the dream was an overbearing, overprotective bitch) when I recieved an invite to go with this guy, who I'd always admired from afar. My mother grudgingly agreed to let me go with him. She was standing over me, and about to change her mind, when she saw him come up the driveway (his carriage actually). She rushed downstairs to talk to him, while I finished getting ready. My dress was only half on, and I was in the middle of painting my nails red. Then I looked, and he had climbed up to my window, and was knocking. I let him in, and we looked at eachother. Then my mother came in and was furious at me. But he just smiled, and eventually we got out of there, and set out for the ball. And then I woke up.
It was a great dream. He was cute, and in the dream, I could tell that I really loved him, and he obviously liked me (the whole window thing). It was just really nice. I like dreams where I make up the guy, instead of it being someone real (like he-who-must-not-be-named, who still stars in some of my dreams, everyonce in while). There is so much less angst then. And this one was cute. ; )
Anyway. Yay romance novels!
