In my dream last night, L and I were at a convention being held in a gorgeous and vast 19th century mansion. After dinner, we were directed to a dance being held in one of the ballrooms. It was all very formal - L was wearing a black tux and I was in a long white gown. We stood in line to purchase tickets and when we got to the ticket counter, the person there said it was free and directed us through the ornately carved mahogany door. We walked into the ballroom, which was dark and dimly lit by overhead twinkling string lights. The ceilings were about twenty feet high, the left side of the room had been walled off and I wondered what was behind it. The other walls were a dusky blue, the stage where the band was playing was illuminated in a golden glow and all the other people were sitting quietly in chairs, watching the band instead of dancing. L and I stood behind them and I noticed my gown had changed from white to black. L smiled at me and put his arm around my waist.
I could still feel it when I woke up.