It was bound to happen sooner or later: I dreamt of Paul and Paula. They were adults, though young, and I think this took place on Tiwani (a fictional planet I've been working on). They were attending some function at a castle, or at least Paul was, and he had made arrangements to meet Paula at a specific spot on the roof. It wasn't their castle, so there would have to be some sneaking around.
For a bit each of them used the ability to become invisible to facilitate this sneakiness, but I decided that there wasn't sufficient explanation for invisibility: for it to be some innate power seemed a bit much, and if it was some device, where did they get it? So nix on the invisibility, though maybe later.
Paula came down from the roof to take part in something she was expected to take part in, sure that she could return later. She was changing into more formal clothes, and she knew that she and Paul might be in the ballroom at the same time, but couldn't meet there because they had to go unnoticed as a couple. I think she might have been expected to perform, but I'm not sure.
Paul was dealing with some square cushion/balloon thing. He was trying to make it seem that it was just a box, but of course it kept trying to float. He sat on it, but it was almost buoyant enough to lift him, and it was hard to keep his balance. Also, he couldn't sit on a box on the floor throughout the whole party, or ball, or whatever it was. He tried tucking it under his arm, but he had to constantly exert himself to keep his arm down. It got tiring, but he felt if he switched arms every now and then he wouldn't tire too much. During one of these switches the thing got away from him and floated up to the castle ceiling, forty feet or more above. Paul spent a little time trying to think of how to retrieve it, but decided there was no way to with the room full of people. Something to think about later. Right now, it was time to slip away for his meeting with Paula.
They might have to come up with something else, though, because it was pouring down rain, and clambering around on the roof would be dangerous. Also, returning inside soaking wet would rouse suspicions. Paul thought, "I sure hope she's not climbing around on that rain-slicked roof."
There were people milling around the halls, and Paul needed to find a safe spot to think, and to try to contact Paula. Contact her how I don't know, but if this was Tiwani it would be by secret cell phone implant. Anyway, he slipped into a shadow under a staircase, only for somebody already there to grab him from behind and hold a blade to his throat.
It was Paula, and they both soon realized that the meeting had now been achieved.
And then I woke up. I thought for a minute that I did hear torrential rain, but it was just my "bootleg" air-conditioner.
Actually, I think I could write this into those otherworldly adventures they've been having.
I really am wanting to put up more of their childhood here, and some of their teenage life as well. But, well, sometimes my brain is on fire, and sometimes it just fizzles.