Die Britannien komm!
Last night was several dreams. The first there was a geoup of men in the upper story of a building ekth a large staircase spiraling up from the center. It was mid to late 1800s and a man comes running in, breathless, carrying a massive lantern (almosr the size od his torso, no wonder he was out of breath) that was covered in dust so the light barely showed through.
"The British have returned!" He said and they were apparently hot on his heels. He dropped the lantern down the center of the spiraling staircase where the glass shattered and the oil went everywhere and lit the carpet on fire, keeping the invading soldiers at bay for a time.
They ended up in a church, which then throws in a weird subplot about a lady who was a twin and a guy who was in love with her and with the invasion was trying to reconnect. Her twin sister was either in a committed relationship or married and there was an awkward moment where the guy thought she was pretending to not know him, but it was actually her twin who did not know him at all. All the while people are trying to hide from the British as they're rounding people up into the central hall of the church to keep an eye on them.
The timeline was a bit odd, shifting from 19th century to bits of modern day. Maybe the soldiers slipped through a time warp? No idea.
The dream shifts slightly and I'm in some sort of Pizza kitchen and needing to warn people so I head off and am trying to run up this incline and end up running parts on all fours because I'm not able to get the traction/thrust I need otherwise. A woman pulls up, one if the pizza delivery drivers and offers a ride. She's a bit eccentric and not really grasping that we need to get going and get the news out fast, but I guess she was going faster than I could run. And that's about where we ended.
I need to sit down for a real update. I have a ton of pictures from my week of (mostly) photographing my work.
"The British have returned!" He said and they were apparently hot on his heels. He dropped the lantern down the center of the spiraling staircase where the glass shattered and the oil went everywhere and lit the carpet on fire, keeping the invading soldiers at bay for a time.
They ended up in a church, which then throws in a weird subplot about a lady who was a twin and a guy who was in love with her and with the invasion was trying to reconnect. Her twin sister was either in a committed relationship or married and there was an awkward moment where the guy thought she was pretending to not know him, but it was actually her twin who did not know him at all. All the while people are trying to hide from the British as they're rounding people up into the central hall of the church to keep an eye on them.
The timeline was a bit odd, shifting from 19th century to bits of modern day. Maybe the soldiers slipped through a time warp? No idea.
The dream shifts slightly and I'm in some sort of Pizza kitchen and needing to warn people so I head off and am trying to run up this incline and end up running parts on all fours because I'm not able to get the traction/thrust I need otherwise. A woman pulls up, one if the pizza delivery drivers and offers a ride. She's a bit eccentric and not really grasping that we need to get going and get the news out fast, but I guess she was going faster than I could run. And that's about where we ended.
I need to sit down for a real update. I have a ton of pictures from my week of (mostly) photographing my work.