Freudian or what? There's a guy who used to work here, who I always really fancied, to the extent that I once had a disturbingly real erotic dream about him. Today, he sent me an email, saying he was coming over here after work for a drink, and enquiring whether I was going too. I have just re-read my reply:

No, I am going home. To sleep. Perchance to cream.