A/N: Okay, so this one is inspired by the little surprise Noel had at the end of his dance for Let's Dance for Comic Relief. When I saw the end I screamed so much. I'm still smiling about it. Anyways, sorry about my lack of plot in this story. I was going to do something with a plot in it for this chapter but since I'm so happy about the Boosh reunion, I'll do it in the next one.

Disclaimer: Just like m heart, it belongs to Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt.

Dear Diary,

I had the oddest dream last night. There was smoke everywhere. No, actually, I think it was dry ice. I don't think it was everywhere, either. I think it was at my feet.

But anyways, I could hear screaming from somewhere I couldn't see because of a bright light. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't screaming. It was actually cheering.

I think I was dressed as Kate Bush. Or was it Florence Welch?

Anyways, I couldn't move my limbs at all. I seemed to have been doing some kind of voodoo witchcraft thing. Or dancing.

I was so scared. I'm not sure why.

But then I saw Howard and all my worries went away. I melted at the side of him. He was dressed like a medieval pastry salesmen. I ran up to him and jumped into his arms. He spun me around a few times then carried me away while the cheering continued somewhere in the background.

I remember placing my hand on the back of his head while we escaped from the strange, open place into a warm, small corridor. I was grinning from ear to ear. It seemed like forever since the last time I saw him.

I was panting heavily from all the dancing I had done and from the fright I felt from having Howard's face so terribly close to mine. And then-nothing. The dream ended. I was so frustrated when I woke up. It felt so terribly real. I even remember hearing "Wuthering Heights" by Kate Bush while I was dancing. Her voice sounded different, though. The song was too short as well. There was so much cut out.

I even remember the beat of my heart from dancing and from the closeness to Howard. I always did have an overactive imagination, though. That's what the doctors told my mum when I was five.

I just wish my heart would stop pounding now.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long again to update. Reviews would be genius, though. :D