I'm usually a creature of the night. I love to write in the middle of the night, when it's quiet and I can make silly faces, whisper conversations or play out emotions that I want my characters to go through, without anyone walking on me, thinking I've just gone crazy. :)
But last night, I was so tired, I was in bed by 10 pm. Seriously. Me! At first, I didn't think much about it, I've been feeling a bit sick lately. Nothing serious, just a feeling of a flu, that refuses to either break through or go away. So, I blamed it on that. But then....
I've been a fan of Matthew Rhys since end 2006/early 2007, but this is the first time I believe that I dreamed about him. And not just in a 'Oh, look Matthew Rhys' kinda way, but a really insistent dream that continued even after I'd woken up and fallen back to sleep. Can't say much about it, because it was rather personal for me (and apparently also for him - but THAT part must be my fantasy as I don't know much about his personal life, so I imagine I just concocted that to give reference to my own feelings) but it was highly enlightening for myself.
I woke up this morning, feeling quite differently from what I felt these last few years. I don't know what happened last night, but I'm grateful that Matthew Rhys was used as a catalyst for it. It was sure more interesting for me to look at and listen to him, than at some other random person. And perhaps that was exactly the purpose of the dream(s), I do have this tendency of not listening to myself, so using Matthew as a 'replacement' may have been just what the doctor ordered... :)
Anyway. I feel good, even this flu-bug seems to have decided to take a hike, because it's seems to be packing its bags.
Hope you all have a wonderful day and good dreams. :)