This is one of those dreams-within-a-dream:
I was sleeping alone. Chantell, apparently, was out of town. I woke up because I felt something was wrong.
When I woke up, I had a premonition that Sydney Bristow (of Alias) had broken into our apartment. I began walking slowly around the apartment saying, "Sydney, I know you're here. Please don't kill me." I was pleading, because I know she could kick my butt if she choose to.
I found her in the guest room lying on the bed. She wasn't going to kill me after all. How did she manage to get in without tripping the security alarm? Well, she's Sydney Bristow, of course.
Hey, hey... I see she's wearing a sports bra and shorts.
Hey, hey... I see Chantell's home...
Whew!
Wait! Oh shoot! (not you Sydney)
Sydney, PLEASE put a shirt on or something!! Chantell is going to kill me and then ask questions.
Luckily, I really did wake up at this point... and Chantell was right by my side. Still, I hate dreams when all the women want you dead.
