I had another lovely dream about London last night. It was so nice, in fact, that I didn’t bother to interrupt it until 2:00 in the afternoon. Yup, that’s right, I slept straight through until 2:00. I suppose I was more tired than I thought yesterday after having to wake up so early for the ACT… then I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning. 🙂
Anyway, so this dream about London, I dreamt that I was there with my mom again, but this time it looked nothing like London. I was in “New Westminster” and there were all sorts of gorgeous buildings and huge statues. One place that did look the same was the Royal Mews, which had been moved to New Westminster for some reason. I had a lovely private tour of the Royal Mews, given by some member of the royal family. Don’t ask me who, I certainly didn’t recognize him. On the tour I was introduced to Mr. Morgan, an actual man I spoke to at the real Royal Mews when I was in real London in November. We talked for a while, I got to pet the horses, then we all went to dinner. It was rather strange. Everything seemed so real, and it really felt like I was in London, but it looked nothing like it. I love dreams where I’m in places that I miss, doing interesting things. Even if they are a bit strange, it’s more entertaining than those dreams that make no sense whatsoever.
I’ve got to go make dinner now, which isn’t something I’m looking forward to because a certain someone is getting cranky about it. It’s all well and good taking care of someone when they appreciate it…