So I had the most amazing dream last night… well until FFG woke me up talking about something dowstairs. Anyway, this dream, it was brilliant, it had everything: rain battering outside a red velvet room, thunder and lightning drenching my backdrop, me in a suspiciously Scarlett O’Hara dress (except sexier and for some reason it was both a full skirt and a mini at the same time)…all was going brilliantly well then Foxy Jonno turns up in pretty much what he wore for that barcrawl….you know the oh whats his name? the game character? Whatever. Looked dishy enough to eat dessert off…a very creamy dessert…thats besides the point.
I’m dreaming this fantastic scenario and theres me loking Scarlett O’Hara sexy and Foxy Jonno looking Jonny Depp gorgeous; we are simultatneouly at the foot of these really really step stairs (a la Gone With The Wind) and on this massive double bed (a la the foursome in Dracula) and then my mind kicks in.
You see I have come to the conclusion, my mind does not like romance; the rest of me does to a degree, but my head snaps and goes, nope can’t be doing with this and so sends in various mice from another recurring dream I have, obviously we can’t kiss until the mice have all gone up their rope ladder. So I’m running round a giant gothically valid castle desperate to kiss FoxyJonno but unable to until I’ve chased a load of mice…as the last mouse goes up so does FFG’s volume…about an hour before I’d have had to have got up anyway.
So do we do Jungian analysis on this dream or Freudian? Personally my Mish analysis is saying ‘you will never get it on with Jonno you associated his kisses with Mills and Boon therefore all is doomed’…ah well never mind but can I have the dream again please unconcious mind of Mish and next time can we get Lexie onto that bed as well?
In other news the fake blood from the Cthulu has finished coming out of my ears! Hurrah! Yes the Alcoholic did a very good job on that corpse. Also I have decided that people with girlfriends should probably be kissed and then left well alone…unless the girlfriends come too…what can I say call it Naiadic experience.
I have my teaching observation tommorrow and I’m nervous as hell. Goodnight everyone.