I mean, I can't be the only one, right? sweatdrop
Okay, this was from a day or two ago, so I only remember snippets of it. Particularly the last part.
We're in a very extravagant dining room, apparently. There are hundreds of pretty yellow flowers in enormous and expensive vases. The floors are reflective; there are silky streams all over the walls; there's an enormous door right behind the dining table; around the corner of a particularly huge vase of flowers is the door to the kitchens.
Everything is effing humongous and expensive, people. O__<
At the table is the Weasley family, dressed to the nines. Just so you know, this isn't their home. I mean, if you couldn't tell. I sit next to Fred at the table, but before we can start talking, a very young, pretty woman comes through the huge double doors.
Bill asks her how the meeting went. She answers that it was the same as usual.
Ginny asks her why she goes, then. The woman says she isn't sure.
It's at this point that I realize that this beautiful, young woman is Molly effing Weasley! D:
I talk to Fred for a while (as I ogle Bill . . . Don't judge meh). I have completely forgotten what we were talking, but at one point he gets angry at his "mother" and stomps off to the kitchen. I follow, and we open the door, there is a orange cat on the floor.
The dream-me recognized this cat to be Fred! D:
A lot of other stuff happened before this, but they make little sense . . .
So, um, have you guys had dreams about any books or movies or the like?
Okay, this was from a day or two ago, so I only remember snippets of it. Particularly the last part.
We're in a very extravagant dining room, apparently. There are hundreds of pretty yellow flowers in enormous and expensive vases. The floors are reflective; there are silky streams all over the walls; there's an enormous door right behind the dining table; around the corner of a particularly huge vase of flowers is the door to the kitchens.
Everything is effing humongous and expensive, people. O__<
At the table is the Weasley family, dressed to the nines. Just so you know, this isn't their home. I mean, if you couldn't tell. I sit next to Fred at the table, but before we can start talking, a very young, pretty woman comes through the huge double doors.
Bill asks her how the meeting went. She answers that it was the same as usual.
Ginny asks her why she goes, then. The woman says she isn't sure.
It's at this point that I realize that this beautiful, young woman is Molly effing Weasley! D:
I talk to Fred for a while (as I ogle Bill . . . Don't judge meh). I have completely forgotten what we were talking, but at one point he gets angry at his "mother" and stomps off to the kitchen. I follow, and we open the door, there is a orange cat on the floor.
The dream-me recognized this cat to be Fred! D:
A lot of other stuff happened before this, but they make little sense . . .
So, um, have you guys had dreams about any books or movies or the like?
