Possibly the best Zlatan-involving dream yet
I feel I must recount this dream in detail, because it shows the extent to which not only Zlatan, but our dearest guede_mazaka have taken over my mind.
*ahem* So, Zlatan and I -- let me break in to explain that, for the first time ever in my dreams, I was in an actual relationship with The Swede. Wife, girlfriend, something. I don't know what had happened to Helena, but I was the primary care-giver for Maxi and everything. It was quite strange. And no, we never made out or anything else in the dream, which you all should immediately have realized because I did not start this post out by SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY WITH PANIC, which is what would happen should I ever get intimate with The Nose, in a dream or otherwise. -- anyway, Zlatan and I (and Maxi) were in some strange cross between a historical reenactment fair and an amusement park. As in, there were houses and shops and such that were all historically accurate, and the place was divided by time period.
We started off in the early seventeenth century -- Late Elizabethan, early Jacobean England, I think. I have no idea why we were there. We kind of just... lived for a while (I remember teaching Maxi how to swim), but then there were people trying to kill us. (This is one of my dreams, after all.) So what we did was try to get to fifteenth century Italy.
"We've got to get to The Book of the Green Field era!" we said. "Zlatan's in charge there!"
I kid you not.
*ahem* So, Zlatan and I -- let me break in to explain that, for the first time ever in my dreams, I was in an actual relationship with The Swede. Wife, girlfriend, something. I don't know what had happened to Helena, but I was the primary care-giver for Maxi and everything. It was quite strange. And no, we never made out or anything else in the dream, which you all should immediately have realized because I did not start this post out by SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY WITH PANIC, which is what would happen should I ever get intimate with The Nose, in a dream or otherwise. -- anyway, Zlatan and I (and Maxi) were in some strange cross between a historical reenactment fair and an amusement park. As in, there were houses and shops and such that were all historically accurate, and the place was divided by time period.
We started off in the early seventeenth century -- Late Elizabethan, early Jacobean England, I think. I have no idea why we were there. We kind of just... lived for a while (I remember teaching Maxi how to swim), but then there were people trying to kill us. (This is one of my dreams, after all.) So what we did was try to get to fifteenth century Italy.
"We've got to get to The Book of the Green Field era!" we said. "Zlatan's in charge there!"
I kid you not.