That was a morning of many, many dreams of different types.  There were so many, and some were very tedious in parts, and some were of me just being very physically active, so my mind didn't get a whole lot of rest.  In other words, it was not an all too restful night.

  Most of the dreams were not among the more fascinating dreams I've had, and I don't recall many details of them anyway.  There was one dream in particular, though, and though I cannot remember enough details to give a play by play, it's okay, because the actual series of events wasn't what grabbed me the most.

  Still, here is a small summary of what was happening.  First off, the dream had a partial movie feel, and I didn't look exactly like exactly as I do in real life.  I despise the terms "boyfriend" and "girlfriend", and though the female and I were not married or engaged or anything "official" like that, we were devoted to each other entirely and for life.

  There was a guy who was a mobster, or something like that, and he'd captured us both, but he was keeping her "prisoner" while I was free to come and go in order to accomplish some task for him, which I never actually knew what was.

  Many things occurred, but the most important one was when I returned to her ... (not to take too much away from the part where I was on a bed, talking to a guy I was hoping would help me, and suddenly two henchmen come up searching for me, but they are inside a white plastic submarine about 1 foot high and about 2 feet wide and long, and they are in water that is under the blanket on the bed.  Funny.  It didn't move like a waterbed. :)

  So, back to the serious part, I had not accomplished the task, so I'm not sure why I came back, but I went to where she was waiting for me.  I got a fair look at her, and even a very brief look at "myself", as we approached each other and clasped hands (you know, on either side of our bodies, about shoulder high, my left in her right, and so on...).

  It seemed that I might have had very short white hair, but it may have just been a light effect.  She, on the other hand, definitely did have a somewhat tussled mop of straight, sort of pastel looking, white hair, each hair ranging from 3 to 5 inches in length, depending on where it was located on her head.

  The stranger thing was that she, and maybe even "myself" to a lesser degree, had a glow around her.  It wasn't a light-up-the-whole-room glow.  It was just a sort of incandescence emanating from her body's outline, and, again, it looked as if it were sort of drawn around her with a white pastel.