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Last night I dreamed I was Queen Elizabeth I as portrayed by Cate Blanchett. Only sometimes I was really Elizabeth I and sometimes I was only playing her in a LARP - it switched back and forth. I was walking around this big ornate mansion, politicking and gossiping, etc. Then I ducked into a side room which turned out to be a hotel room at a con, and I was there changing costume for the next event. Only I had professional dressers to help me which was good given that I was wearing big Elizabethan gowns.
That's not even the weird part yet.
Because then Clive Owen shows up as Sir Walter Raleigh and hangs around making trouble for a bit before he falls deathly ill. Next thing I know me and Paul are at his deathbed and we discover he's out long-lost son who we thought was dead. We have a big old tearful reunion and he magically gets better.
Then we go skiing. I know. But seriously. We go skiing. (For the record, I have been skiing once in my entire life and... let's just say there's a reason I've only been skiing once in my entire life.) So I come whizzing down the mountain in my bright pink ski suit with a crown attached to my ski hat and my long curly Queen hair braided down my back next to Paul who - in a shocking turn - is wearing all black. Clive/Sir Walter/long-lost son is at the bottom of the mountain on skis but dressed in regular old street clothes. Actually, he was wearing exactly this. He's also about 7' tall. So I ski up and give him this huge "I'm so glad you didn't die!" hug, and some voice over talks about how the royal line was restored and we all lived happily ever after... UNTIL...
Point of view from above of a glass casket containing Queen Elizabeth II as portrayed by Helen Mirren, except who is actually the same person. I seem to be hovering over my dead body in a mausoleum where it's surrounded by roses.
Aaaaaand then I woke up.
Yeah, I have no idea.
That's not even the weird part yet.
Because then Clive Owen shows up as Sir Walter Raleigh and hangs around making trouble for a bit before he falls deathly ill. Next thing I know me and Paul are at his deathbed and we discover he's out long-lost son who we thought was dead. We have a big old tearful reunion and he magically gets better.
Then we go skiing. I know. But seriously. We go skiing. (For the record, I have been skiing once in my entire life and... let's just say there's a reason I've only been skiing once in my entire life.) So I come whizzing down the mountain in my bright pink ski suit with a crown attached to my ski hat and my long curly Queen hair braided down my back next to Paul who - in a shocking turn - is wearing all black. Clive/Sir Walter/long-lost son is at the bottom of the mountain on skis but dressed in regular old street clothes. Actually, he was wearing exactly this. He's also about 7' tall. So I ski up and give him this huge "I'm so glad you didn't die!" hug, and some voice over talks about how the royal line was restored and we all lived happily ever after... UNTIL...
Point of view from above of a glass casket containing Queen Elizabeth II as portrayed by Helen Mirren, except who is actually the same person. I seem to be hovering over my dead body in a mausoleum where it's surrounded by roses.
Aaaaaand then I woke up.
Yeah, I have no idea.