No, not the Jessica Alba dream again, but I dreamt that Palace smashed Brighton 3-0 and completely played their arch-rivals off the park, dominating from the first whistle to the last, Glenn Murray scored twice against his old team and took Palace back to the top of the Championship.
Can you imagine if that actually happened in real life? Oh wait, it did? Really? Amazing!
Palace's win over the Seagulls was the stuff dreams really are made of, but for me it only cemented the fact that we really are a team to be reckoned with this season and, whisper it quietly, oh hell SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS: we could actually get promoted.
Every time I say that to myself I imagine that Palace get a point deducted or that I am changing the course of history somehow like Marty McFly in Back to the Future, or a kitten dies.
But really, looking at it logically, the Eagles have to now be one of the favourites for promotion - if not, THE favourites. And that is a weird thing for me to type. Especially as at the start of the season I was writing about another season of relegation avoiding and general doom and gloom.
I mean, if it were any other team, I'd be looking at them thinking 'well, they are nailed on for promotion, they have a great team with some quality players, a manager who has experience of taking teams up from this level, shrewd businessmen in charge of the club, sexy cheerleaders and, above all, a brilliant fanzine edited by a chap who writes a superb column in the local paper - they MUST go up'.
Of course, now I've committed these thoughts to print, Palace will go on a 25-game losing streak, all the players will leave, Selhurst will burn down and I will be arrested for crimes against journalism.
But for the time being, I'm secretly backing us to go up. And I'm off to the bookies to place a bet on just that.
