beautiful dreamer?

woke up early this morning from a dream, and immediately my mind/brain said, 'that was a beautiful dream!  just wonderful!'

I was wandering lovely, old, vacant streets.  Old stone facades and cobbled streets all had a light brown/adobe-colored facade.  I went straight to an old ramshackle house in a place with low sloping steps leading to the entrance.  Went right up to the top apartment, with the hallways old and worn.  Inside was N.Gaiman, or someone who was just like him (I often associate S with him, for many personal Neptunian reasons - to be explored in another post).  We curled up together on a large worn sofa, he whispered things in my ear (don't know what he said but the intent seemed to be the issue - I felt wonderful, safe, loved).  His arms were around me and I felt in heaven.  But his fiancee, someone I love too, was arriving and soon she did.  We tried on beautiful dresses and I felt so at home there.  But then as they hadn't seen each other in weeks, it was time for me to leave.  As I gathered my things, I could hear her asking him 'doesn't she have any friends?' to which I said (not unkindly at all), 'yes, but they all work, and I am the only one to have this sort of lucky advantage.'  She smiled, and I left them alone.  I walked down the staircase, all the while thinking that so much genius lived in such an old threadbare place, but didn't seem to matter.  I walked out into the sunshine, but wanted very much to go back - however, I knew that it wasn't all for me.  It was alright, the feeling of potential was/is there and that was what I brought back with me into waking.  I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to savor the feeling the dream left me with, and lapsed in and out thinking of him.  It was a nice way to wake up.