Last night I had a very short dream about Don. I don't remember what led up to it, but I was in a very large space. Very wide, very tall ceiling, and quite formal with a floor and stairs that looked like marble. In front of me was a huge Christmas tree, not decorated. It was at least twenty feet tall, maybe more. It was beautiful even without the lights and decorations. I didn't see them, but I knew the boxes with the lights and decorations were on the floor nearby.
As I stood and looked at the tree, Don moved up beside me, looking at the tree and admiring it. "Beautiful tree. Now how does it get decorated?" He looked at me. "You bring pogo sticks?"
His words and tone struck me funny in the dream and I laughed. I laughed hard enough it woke me up.