At my Mom's house for a wedding of some famous foreign relative.
She was there. I didn't plan to have a crush on her; it just sort of happened. Maybe I'm just piggybacking on someone else's crush -- an annoying habit of mine. Of all the dreams in all the dorm room beds in all the world, she had to walk into mine. And we were there in my room, just the two of us. I shut the door. It had no handle, but instead there was a horizontal slot in the middle of the door, with a half-ring attached to a hinge at the side of said slot, so that the ring could swing through the slot and function as a handle (the door opens outward). I drew the ring inside so the door could not be opened, but the room could be seen into. We hugged on the bed for some time, and probably talked about something. It was nice. Then I realized that the door was open. I went to check it out and found that it was, in fact, open a bit. Obviously my brother was responsible. [Upon reflection, a slot can function as a handle just as well as a ring can. Dream inventions suck.&093;
There were some other tangents, but I forget them all now.
Woke up when I tried to read something. Slept in awfully late.