log #4 - dream record
I've had three weird dreams lately:
#1
For some reason, I was invited to Prince Charles' house. Architecturally, it was the V&A fused with Selfridges (the London flagship store). A vast structure with marble floors, huge columns, vast historical displays and excessive transitory spaces. Beyond its very massive pottery collection, which I only saw briefly, it had an inhouse michelin star restaurant. Jacob (from Abbot Elementary) and the others couldn't stop raving about how great their steaks were. Despite their reviews I refused to set foot in it.
#2
Keeping up with the Kardashians, The Real Housewives of Atlanta and Desperate Housewives merged to create a semi-reality show. It was an incredibly confusing experience considering I have only watched some episodes of RHOA.
#3
Whilst carpooling with 2 colleagues from other departments, a homeless man asked for a meal at a traffic light stop. I agreed to buy one, but struggled to find somewhere to safely park. As the clock dangerously inched closer to office hours my search became increasingly erratic. The colleagues were delusuionally polite in attempting to hide their annoyance. After finding a seedy underground parking lot I popped into a corner shop desperately searching for anything that constitutes a meal. By the time I returned to the car with a sandwich in hand, my colleagues were gone. It was 5 minutes to 10.