the internet told me to
I had an awesome dream last night that I was sorry to leave when I woke for no good reason at 6:00 a.m.
What I remember (there were earlier parts too that I can't recall or put into words) was going, with a weird companion from some Easter European country (total fabrication; not even like anyone I know) and Mona the cat, to Daniel Radcliffe's house and snooping around the indoors, then repeating the same actions at Rupert Grint's house. I might have been on my way to Emma Watson's house, but found myself, alone, back at Daniel's. Startling the hell out of me, he invited me in. He told me to sit next to him on the sofa while he played XBox. I was squirming like crazy, knowing that I shouldn't be there. Startling me even more, he shook a couple of Marlboros out of a packet and handed one to me. I was vaguely appalled, but mostly pretty intrigued, thinking, This kid's pretty cool. Within a couple of minutes, a whole bunch of the young HP actors came over, semi-ostensibly to see the new video games, and I looked at them with mounting alarm as their names registered in my mind - Rupert Grint again, Katie Leung, Matt Lewis, Josh Herdman, Emma Watson, who was holding a happily purring Mona the cat. They all kinda stared at me, but in a mocking way. Matt Lewis offered me a sandwich. I realized, almost simultaneously with them, that I'd been sent there from some internet gossip magazine to do some kind of interview, and try to dig up some dirt. I had dirt aplenty - half of them were smoking, cursing freely, batting each other around like regular teenagers do, and Matt, Josh, and Daniel seemed a little more into each other than straight boys ought to be - but I decided that I would rather just hang out with them as human beings. We spent the next while creating the piece that I'd have to write, with them providing totally empty and rote answers to a bunch of questions, and suggesting incredibly lame and stupid things to say about Dan Radcliffe's house, the kind of lame and stupid that ends up in IN TOUCH magazine, and laughing our heads off. I still didn't quite relax, though; I could tell that they still considered me, if not an enemy, at least a potentially dangerous threat, and probably wouldn't have any problems disposing of my corpse if it came to that.
Very weird. I haven't had a good celebrity dream in a long time, and I don't think I've ever dreamt about the Potter kids. It was extremely vivid and detailed. I'd be happy to revisit it again, but I don't know if it'll be possible...
What I remember (there were earlier parts too that I can't recall or put into words) was going, with a weird companion from some Easter European country (total fabrication; not even like anyone I know) and Mona the cat, to Daniel Radcliffe's house and snooping around the indoors, then repeating the same actions at Rupert Grint's house. I might have been on my way to Emma Watson's house, but found myself, alone, back at Daniel's. Startling the hell out of me, he invited me in. He told me to sit next to him on the sofa while he played XBox. I was squirming like crazy, knowing that I shouldn't be there. Startling me even more, he shook a couple of Marlboros out of a packet and handed one to me. I was vaguely appalled, but mostly pretty intrigued, thinking, This kid's pretty cool. Within a couple of minutes, a whole bunch of the young HP actors came over, semi-ostensibly to see the new video games, and I looked at them with mounting alarm as their names registered in my mind - Rupert Grint again, Katie Leung, Matt Lewis, Josh Herdman, Emma Watson, who was holding a happily purring Mona the cat. They all kinda stared at me, but in a mocking way. Matt Lewis offered me a sandwich. I realized, almost simultaneously with them, that I'd been sent there from some internet gossip magazine to do some kind of interview, and try to dig up some dirt. I had dirt aplenty - half of them were smoking, cursing freely, batting each other around like regular teenagers do, and Matt, Josh, and Daniel seemed a little more into each other than straight boys ought to be - but I decided that I would rather just hang out with them as human beings. We spent the next while creating the piece that I'd have to write, with them providing totally empty and rote answers to a bunch of questions, and suggesting incredibly lame and stupid things to say about Dan Radcliffe's house, the kind of lame and stupid that ends up in IN TOUCH magazine, and laughing our heads off. I still didn't quite relax, though; I could tell that they still considered me, if not an enemy, at least a potentially dangerous threat, and probably wouldn't have any problems disposing of my corpse if it came to that.
Very weird. I haven't had a good celebrity dream in a long time, and I don't think I've ever dreamt about the Potter kids. It was extremely vivid and detailed. I'd be happy to revisit it again, but I don't know if it'll be possible...