Dream about a dandy?

The sleeping aid I'm taking is taking a toll on my dreams, as they seem to get more and more bizarre, although with the one this morning I am pretty sure Fitzgerald is finding his way in somehow.

Yesterday: a Hello Kitty parade in Japan. It seems my family has gone off to vacation there. There's a murder, because we're all sitting in the tatami room and I look out the window and there is a police car. I'm scared because, it seems, someone has committed a murder.

This morning: I'm having trouble sleeping (?), and a dandy gentleman (yes, circa 18th-19th century Britain) comes by to visit me and for some reason I'm lonely and we talk and when he puts me to bed I distinctly remember the words coming out of my mouth, like vomit.."oh, darling. just hold my hand, hold my hand! the fragility!" and he holds my hand, and then I say oh please do take off your gloves (and mind you they are fancy white little gloves with embroidery..) and then the darling gentleman takes off his glove and I hold it to my pale, fragile face and I cry a little and say oh please do kiss me. And then I fall asleep. And then I wake up and I'm at a mall with some friends AND the dandy gentleman is there but we don't seem to notice each other although we are all "hanging out" but somehow in danger and this local, sad, 80's mall of sorts. Talk about weird. I think it's inspired by The Beautiful and Damned, somehow.

Also, the dandy gentleman is no fantasy of mine, believe it!