InsaneJournal

I had the most wonderful dream, last night.

I dreamed that I built the Paris Opera House.

Well, not only me. Charles Garnier (no relation) helped, of course. He and I struck up a sort of odd friendship, in this dream world of mine. We worked together for fifteen years to build the opera house of our collective dreams.

And the best part -- oh, my friends, the best part was that I had my very own palace.

Deep underneath the Paris Opera House, I had a vast and complicated house, with its own lake. One had to get there by boat. By boat! How romantic.

And Aisha was there with me, as always. My little princess, of course she would wiggle her way into my dreams.