And this morning I'm insanely jealous of asrana for having her head in the lap of a man she quite possibly doesn't even know exists, wouldn't recognise if she saw him on the street, and wouldn't touch with a bargepole if introduced. Dreams are a silly business.
Oh well. The other night I dreamed in Lego Star Wars. I was Captain Panaka and I'd let Queen Amidala get killed, and I wanted to kill myself but I couldn't because I was lego and my arms wouldn't bend and my gun was too big for my body.