Breakfast Conversation

I tend to have rather vivd dreams. Last night I dreamt that I had to check into a hotel for work related reasons. My room was the miniature replica of a medieval castle, with a fancy basin in the bathroom. It was covered by a marble slate which slid away on opening the cupboard above it. There was also a closet which was literally stuffed with fluffy black terry robes in all sizes, for men, women and children, as well as matching terry slippers. There were also some skimpy silk nighties, one of which I would not mind owning in real life ;-) But the closet was pretty messy. Anyway, I put on one of the robes and wondered where to get some food, when the door of my room opened, and the lady from reception was there, with an Asian woman who wanted to see what the rooms looked like. I was pretty angry....after all they disturbed my privacy and they did not bother to knock! I wanted to storm out and see the manager to complain, but was held back by a young porter, who suggested that I might not really be properly dressed for such an act. Of course, he was right. He also showed me how to secure the door with a device that I also have on my lanterns outside in real life, and remarked that the girl from reception was new to her job. So I did not complain and simply asked where I could get some food. Then I woke up....

This morning, at breakfast Thomas asked me how I slept. Now, us both not really being morning people, we sometimes are just silent during breakfast, but, after such vivd dreams, I do tend to be quite chatty...I told Thomas that I slept well and told him my dream, as I often do. He then asked me whether I heard the wind rattling during the night, which I denied. After all I was very busy dreaming (which might explain why I am so tired during the day...). So he said that, seeing that I slept, he could understand that I did not hear the wind, to which I asked him what he did during the night.Thomas is a very down to earth person, not at all prone to fanciful outbursts, sensible nearly to a fault. So you can imagine my surprise when he said that he was watching over me, always ready to protect me. Baffled I asked him what he wanted to protect me against, and he answered that he was on the alert in case a werewolf would come and get me. So I asked Thomas whether he would wake me when the werewolf arrived, so that I could rescue HIM. To this my Thomas said that he would put on his armour and tackle the werewolf outside in our garden....

All this happened before my first espresso. We are just a normal couple, right? 

Meanwhile the cat was snoozing on one of her many chairs, probably wondering why it was so noisy and regretting that she missed out on her "early morning in bed" cuddle. She did sing an aria at about 6am, but did not come upstairs. I wonder what she dreamt about...