I have weird dreams

Last night I was finishing up reading the "Cupid and Psyche" section of The Golden Ass. I had some Peggy Lee playing in the background (because I'm just that kinda girl and I was in an odd mood). When I finally got to sleep, I dreamed that I was in a big, deserted library. While exploring, I found that in a corner, there was a series of four huge windows which depicted the Cupid and Psyche story. The windows of my dream were very clearly in a Chagall style (brilliant blues being what they are and all) and I spent a good portion of my dream watching myself staring at them.

That was an odd portion of an odd dream. I don't even much care for Marc Chagall. I do, however, care much for Lucius Apuleius.