Jun 23, 2009 20:41
Well, last night's foray into the dreamscape was...um... interesting. Better than real life. Firstly, I was on some weird school trip that ended with me getting off some kind of open top train carriage, storming over to my friend Zoe in another carriage and insisting, "YOU STOLE MY TIARA." before reclaiming said tiara and, well, flouncing off in the only way possible when you've been the victim of tiara theft.
I currently seem to be some sort of princess in a weird almost-utopian future. A future where we all live in big wooden treehouse ship things in the sky. Seriously. Everything was all wood and glass, quite pretty actually. Anyway, that's not the point. The point, or rather plot, was that in this alternative universe, my Mum had broken Colin Firth's heart.
That's: my Mum broke Colin Firth's heart.
I was looking through her messages on this big screen thing (it's the future! Actually, hang on, isn't a big future screen kind of public to be looking through someone else's crap?) and found a message from dear woolly Colin. In which he'd made my Mum a digital mixtape conveying the angonishing crush of a broken shattered heart (or something like that, he had gone all emo). LOLZ. Wish I could remember the tracks, but in the dream I was so distraught at the revelation that I ran sobbing to some of other part of The Big Treehouse Ship Palace in the Sky where loads of random people were partying and ordered "EVERBODY OUT. NOW." And promptly got in contact in Colin. Partly to convey apologies on my Mum's behalf. Partly to get off with him myself.
Meanwhile that night, my Mum was apparently dreaming of a future dystopia instead, where the planet is invaded by Pterodactyls, but the supermarkets are still open. She was racing there to get milk and apparently I wasn't running fast enough (true, I don't). I guess there's no time to be dating Colin Firth in such a situation. She's been watching too much Primeval. Me? Wouldn't mind seeing Love Actually again.
colin firth,
celebrity dreams,
dreams