I’m Moving to the British Isles

Dec 28, 2007 by Brynn    4 Comments    Posted under: Archived Blogs

I have possibly the craziest dreams out of almost anyone. Last night I had a dream that I was in Britain with Hannah, in this beautiful castle with a beautiful snowy courtyard. It turns out that Hannah had lived their all her life. She told me there was a secret passage way to a bathroom, and you couldn’t enter it any other way but the secret passage. It was in the ceiling, and we had to take down a lot of Christmas lights and wooden staircase railings (?) to get to it. As we were climbing up to the secret bathroom, she remembered that she had left a lot of spaghetti in the tub and it would be rotten by now since it has been there since she was very little. We got up there, and it wasn’t a very British-looking bathroom at all. It was like a bathroom in a regular American house. The spaghetti smelled horrible and it definitely was in the bathtub. We looked out the window onto the courtyard (with our noses plugged) and the courtyard was so snowy and sunny and beautiful and I said to Hannah “I want to live in the British Isles forever!”

Then I was suddenly at Oxford… except that it looked exactly like LCCC, and I knew it was too good to be true and that I was dreaming. After a while I forgot that I was dreaming, and Oxford suddenly looked like what it should look like. There was a serial killer at Oxford and we were being warned about it. I had an inkling to whom the serial killer was, so I avoided that person obviously. Strange thing was, the serial killer was Rikki Lake. One night this suspected serial killer came into my room and shut the blinds because she didn’t want “strangers looking in”. I knew she was the killer, so I promptly opened the blinds and put curtains there instead, which somehow spared me from death.

Now that I am awake, I have this insane urge to move to the British Isles. Any takers?

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