Last night, I dreamed I was at a chocolate convention. There was a main hall where people socialized and listened to presentations on chocolate and several sub-halls. In one sub-hall, they offered samples of all different types of chocolate and things made from chocolate. In others were posters of chocolate research and booths for chocolate manufacturers. But why would I dream about chocolate? I think chocolate is okay, but I'm not wild about it. Waking up momentarily, I found that Coco's head was about an inch from mine on the pillow.
When I went back to sleep, after the good part, I then had one of my frustration dreams in which I discovered I had left my laptop somewhere at the convention and spent the rest of the night looking for it.