Too bad most dreams don't come true

I had the most delicious dream last night. For some unknown reason, I dreamt about the guy I had a crush on in 1999. He was involved in the media business (in reality he's in finance) and had a movie premier in which he had to attend. This movie premier was to be held at the museum where I work at (would love a job like that, but alas...), and he asked me to go to the premier as his date.

Golly, in my dream, he looked as cute as he did when I was majorly crushing on him. We still meet up every now and then. But he's aged a little and I like him best in casual clothes, not work clothes (which is all I see him wearing now that I only see him for after work drinks). Of course, there is this possibility that my dream was precipitated by some subconscious underlying "excitement" that I might see him on Saturday at a common friend's wedding. Hmmmmm. If only dreams DO come true.