OK, that's more like it...

I'm much more open to having dreams that involve me moving to a small Scottish town to take over running an estate, a la Monarch of the Glen, and being seduced by a beautiful young local woman even *before* she discovers I'm the new laird. Beautiful landscapes, yummy sex, nice people: much better than the other sort of dream, where I'm confronted with all my inadequacies and left to ponder them in the middle of the night.

Although it does remind me how much I'm missing sex at the moment...