Did I say that out loud?

So the other night, apparently, as I was drifting to sleep I waxed rhapsodic about how great it would be to have a yurt. A cozy yurt where we could get away from it all when we needed to. Some people get timeshares in the Caymans, some have toasty cabins in the Alps. I evidently dream of having a yurt out in the middle of nowhere with-- let's be clear-- no running water, no electricity, and (gasp!) no internet. At first John thought I was crazy, but I must have made a great pitch because suddenly he was really on board with the idea. I woke up the next morning with a vague yurt memory. "Did I say something about a yurt last night?" "Yeah!!! It was so cool!" "That's completely weird." "Wait... you don't want to have a yurt?" Oh dear.