weird little dream

Writing it down even though sharing dreams is the classic bore-blogging thing, because it was a rare unalloyedly pleasant dream for me, and it's sort of amusing.

For some reason, a couple other people and I were supposed to travel somewhere. We were going by "airship," essentially a two-story compartment (not unlike the two-story train cars used on western routes, except there were fewer seats and it was a more refined mode of travel) attached under a large blimp.

I remember I jumped up and in first, and then hefted some of the luggage my fellow-travelers handed up to me. And there was one person - a fellow, and while I once read you never dream about people you haven't actually seen in real life, he didn't fit the features/appearance of anyone I really *knew* (If anything, he looked a tiny bit like Peter Davison, roughly from the era when he played Albert Campion).

Anyway, it turned out he had a phobia about heights and traveling by airship but I was the only other person who knew, and I quietly offered that he could hold my hand and even put his head on my shoulder (sitting next to me) if it helped. Apparently it did.

My dreams tend to be very "sensory" like that - I could feel the weight of his head on my shoulder and the pressure of his hand against mine, just as later on I could smell the food cooking and hear the music at the party....

(As I joked on Twitter: this is what my 'romantic' dreams have shrunk to: being "useful" by letting someone hold my hand because he was scared. But of course, I also get MY hand held....)

Anyway. The destination was a large, fancy home, sort of a period-style mansion, and the idea was it was a vaguely Regency-style party (though now I think of it, there were some inaccuracies of era in terms of dress and foods) with dancing and a meal to come at the end. (We entered the house through the kitchens, which were apparently adjacent to the airship dock - the fancy house was up on the side of a mountain with a spectacular view). So we got to see the preparations (I remember a whole pig on a spit over an open fireplace).

And then dressing for the dance, and there was someone instructing us in the "classic" dances (we were all modern people; it was a period party). The first one was sort of a minuet type thing, where people stood in lines, but then there was going to be a couples-dance not unlike a waltz (that was probably one of the inaccuracies; I am not sure people paired off to dance in the early 1800s, if that was seen as even remotely proper). And I thought of how I needed to find the fellow who sat next to me on the airship and ask him to be my dance partner....and then I woke up.

And yeah, darnit, I was slightly sad it wasn't REAL. Because I was having fun somewhere, and I was getting a sort of low-level attention paid to me by a nice fellow who was also nice-looking, and...yeah. It sounds dumb written out but it was one of those dreams where after waking, you very much wished you could return to the world of the dream...