sweet (Alan) dreams are made of this

I definitely need to read Tommy's Tale more often before falling asleep. I dreamed I was at a hoity-toity party and I was very uncomfortable because I didn't know anyone. Alan found me standing in a corner and started talking to me, then before I knew it we were slow-dancing. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and I buried my face in his shoulder as he whispered in my ear, and the rest of the world disappeared. It felt heavenly to be so close to him.

Then in the next part he was yelling at all the other guests for some reason, cutting them to the quick with sarcastic, clever witticisms, and no one could even look him in the eye. I didn't mind, though, because I knew he wouldn't talk to me that way.

*sigh*