Okay.

So I don’t know if it’s what I eat, what I read, etc. But my dreams have been FUCKED UP of late.

Last night, I was a lady-in-waiting to Queen Elizabeth 1, who just happened to be Helen Mirren. We were at a ball, then Mary Testa came in, and she was grapevine-ing everywhere she walked. And I mean everywhere. Bitch couldn’t do anything without grapevine-ing. For MY ENTIRE NIGHT, I was following around a twinkle-toes-Testa, trying to shove her into a broom closet [did they even have those? ], because she was starting to piss off Her Mirren-ness, and apparently that was a bad thing. anyway, i succeeded, and then i hugged everyone in the room, including Helen Mirren, and jumped out a window.

Thoughts? Think I’m fucked? Wanna share your odd dreams?