Requiem in a Dream

As previously stated here on AustriAnne, I have a very active and strange dreamlife. This is something to which I've not only grown accustomed, but is also a pretty reliable form of personal amusement. I felt like I had pretty much experienced it all in terms of dreams - I've dreamt that I was pregnant, married, a murder witness, and even that I was executed. I've woken up screaming, laughing, crying (not real tears, but real sobs), and so angry that I've wanted to punch the offender (who, of course, hadn't done anything in real life). But last night was a new experience for me; I actually composed a poem in my sleep.

In the dream, it was actually a song, but the tune was lost to the mists of my personal dream world. The funniest part is that the poem is basically a marriage proposal to Billy Boyd - the Scottish actor who plays Pippin in "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy. We were riding on a horse through the forest with my sister (yes, all three of us cozily seated on one horse) when I began singing my song of proposal. I was only able to compose part of the song-poem before I woke up, but I got as far as the first stanza:

Billy Boyd, Billy Boyd, why won't you marry me?
I'll be your bride, stand by your side,
For all eternity.

I didn't say that it was actually good poetry. I was never that keen of a poet, even in my waking hours!