"The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time"

Does this picture make anyone else want to have an impromptu night out under the stars?

My imagination runs wild with this one: I envision waking up in the middle of the night, cocooned in an overstuffed sleeping bag, to the sounds of A Midsummer Night's Dream fairy gathering; lights twinkling and joyous feet dancing. While her back is to a lake, I'm just positive that in front of her is a small clearing, its floor carpeted with fallen leaves and at its center a small fairy ring.

Was it all just a dream?