Dream, interrupted: A food market date.

So just now, I fell asleep while at work and I was dreaming I was on a date with this guy I like who works for a museum. We were on an open field like the Sunken Garden and there was a food market. We were deciding what to eat.

Just when the guy from the museum, in my dream, was able to decide which food he would be ordering, an agent woke me up for an urgent request.

Of course the agent could (and should) do that. But I was a little pissed for the interruption of a rather good dream.