For the first time in some while, I had nothing alcoholic to drink last night, and went to bed because it seemed like a reasonable time, rather than because I was dead on my feet.

Maybe it was the mushroom risotto.

I dreamt a succession of the most intensely vivid dreams, such as I haven't for a very long time.

I was bankrupt (almost true!) and working for a bankrupt firm.  I seemed to be personally responsible for financing it, even though I had no money myself.

Later, I was running as fast as I could towards a sunlit grove of trees, where, for some reason, I was looking forward to dancing naked (sorry for that image).  The moment I arrived, it clouded over.

There were at least two more scenarios that have now escaped me.

And I woke to find I hadn't won the lottery.  Going to be a long three weeks (see dream 1, above)