LISTENING TO: My CANADA clock ticking.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
I just had one of my weird dreams again. I wasn't even in it. Sort of.
I think it's something along the lines of Titanic meets The Last Of The Mohicans gone blonde meets teenagers. Um, yeah.
Anyway, we're in a boat and I'm this girl but I'm not her. It's a little confusing. She looks nothing like me. One, she's American. Two, she's blonde. Three, I think she's about 14 or 15. Or should I say, I was. Still a bit confusing. Anyway, I/She was with my/her mom and another girl who I presume to be my/her sister or bestfriend. Right now, my guts say she was a bestfriend.
Then, in a Titanic twist, the boat started sinking and all the powerlines were cut off. Water started leaking in slowly and we had to try to find a way to make it to shore safely. We bumped into two British guys. Also 14 or 15. Twins. Hotties! Their looks was a cross between a young John Lennon and Gregory Smith. Very very blond. Anyway, the bestfriend started flirting with the twin with the longer hair. I remember thinking, "Good God, this is SO not the right time for that."
Then I remember all 5 of us climbing up this murky stairs and stopping when we reached a room full of pipes. I think we started pulling stones from somewhere thinking it will lead us all out.
And then...
I friggin' woke up. End of dream. Goodbye two hot British guys whom I've never seen before in my life and whom I probably never will.
I just wonder what it all meant, really.
EDIT: I talked to my best friend about this and she just told me maybe my unconscious was trying to tell me that my dirty lil fantasy was to get it on with two very hot (and very blond)British twins. As hot as that sounded, I don't think that's it, not exactly. XD
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