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Had a pretty nice dream of Alan Rickman tonight - in fact a wonderful one.

Don't know why or how... I somehow just grabbed his hand, pulled him away from the room we were in and went somewhere.
I dragged him through a pretty old but still charming city and we ended up at the shore where I sat down on a stone, facing the never-ending sea.
I remember feeling depressed or sad because of something, so I sat there brooding. I really forgot that he's with me, until warm arms wrapped themselves around me and I've been pulled back to his warm chest.
And this alone made me feel better.
I felt safe and warm ... a feeling I haven't had in a very long time.
I felt at home.

We sat like this for a long time, neither of us speaking a word, myself secure in his arms, soothed by his presence, until he took one of my hands and gave me a ring... a golden one gemmed with three red stones... I knew that this ring has been the engagement-ring of his grandmother... and he put this ring onto my finger...

Afterwards he just held my hand in his, our fingers interlaced, his other hand around me, and we watched the ocean.



That dream made my day... left me with a feeling of safety and warmth.
*sigh*
But it's only a dream...