“What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself”

No nightmares last night, in fact quite the opposite. 

A very pleasant dream about Barbara. 

Simply an enjoyable conversation as she sat on a sofa (I seemed to be floating around in some non-logical dream point of view, of course) . It was lit very dramatically, the colour desaturated, almost black and white, and I couldn't make out the rest of the room, all deep in shadow.

Of course I can't remember any details of the conversation, but I did wake smiling, and for once feeling very happy. 

The odd detail that sticks in my mind is she was wearing leather trousers!! 

What's the Freudian significance of that? I don't like them (it was my dream after all) and it's not something I would've ever imagined her wearing (no pun intended, as some part of me obviously did).

“Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary” - Mark Twain