I dreamt that Lauren and I participated in some kind of procession in Venice. Perhaps we were at the carnival? Going down a wide canal, most likely Canal Grande, I sprayed everyone in sight with a large water-gun. That was a part of the festivities, but it was great fun, too. The gun could be set to different types of spray, including very fine mist that would get everyone around me, as well as myself, quite wet. I remember being surprised that Lauren did not object to my playfulness although she occasionally got drenched, too. But the highlight of the dream was Lauren herself. She wore a long dress and a long scarf. I think both were pale blue. Her hair was deep orange. The color was very intense, but I somehow knew it was not artificial. Uncharacteristically, it was very long and straight, as well. In the breeze on Canal Grande, Lauren’s abundant hair came alive. It shifted and flickered like fire. Her scarf, wrapped around her arms, was billowing in the breeze, flying above her head. Framed by the scarf, she looked like a creature of paradise from some ecstatic Chinese painting.