Well, first of all, I half-woke up quite early (I'm guessing it was around 5am), hearing this noise like voices or music, right at the edge of my range of hearing. I couldn't make out words, melody, any sort of pattern--it almost sounded kind of high-pitched, childish, like a child crying. I don't freak out easily at night, but this is quite definitely the most creepy thing I've ever heard. Finally I woke up enough to decide that the people in the apartement right outside my window must have left their TV on.
It was still creepy.
Then I had a dream which was much more complex than I'll be able to recall, but which was the total opposite of "creepy." In fact, it was a somewhat fannish dream, and crossed over, to boot.
It started with some kind of mission I was on, helping Remus Lupin keep these kids safe, get them to a safehouse somewhere (I am blaming
I'm not sure of the transition (you know how dreams are), but then it was much lighter in mood, and I was hanging out with people I knew (in the dream, you understand; no RL people here), and having a good time. Larry Fleinhardt, in particular, was being very friendly and I was enjoying his company immensely.
Then he put a beautiful box in front of me and asked me to read the attached card. I really should have known something was up; he was being very twitchy-nervous. But all unsuspecting, I read the card, and it was a very sweet letter addressed to me, about how special I was and how he appreciated me, and I was quite overwhelmed. I opened the box, and it was full of carefully chosen things. I'm not someone to whom gifts mean very much--except when they've clearly be picked out just for me, with my precise likes and wants taken into careful consideration. Everything in this box (though I don't recall most of the contents) was like that.
I was quite floored, and jumped up to give him a hug (with some idea of following it up with a kiss). It startled him, and I had to pull back and explain that I was very grateful and moved and could I please hug him. He got that little smile, the truely pleased one, on his face, and reciprocated the hug very nicely.
Dang, I almost never get such romantic dreams. Intersting that all 3 of those guys have been my "fictional boyfriend"-types, but only one of them figured as a romantic person at all. Remus was someone I respected and helped out, Grissom was a co-worker (ha!), and Larry... Well. :-D
Who am I to question such a dream?