Best dream ever, so I shan't go into detail. It began in an old dark wet town, someplace like Old Alexandria but smaller and denser. I'd met a big hunky Latino, and think we were on a train. It was very old-fashioned: dark wood, and crammed with Victoriana. I was in his lavish, laid-out suite. His bed was just a cot's cushion with a white coverlet quilted with pink tulips and gold cord against the wall on the floor. There was creaking, so I think, we were moving. A dark haired woman appeared out of nowhere, not unfriendly. Manuel, as I later learned his name, was dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. I wore a dress and was more voluptuous than I've ever been. There was a window, heavily hung with drapes, through which I could see the road. Manuel said he was taking me home and more. I remember he was very heavy, I'd fallen asleep with him when I woke.
