Sometimes, I don't even want to know...
Jan. 19th, 2010 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12I woke up today with such a strong impression of the final moments of my dream, and those final moments were so disturbingly bizarre that I thought I'd share.
I met my sister in the street in the early hours of the Sydney morning. We had obviously both been at parties, and were about to meet up to travel elsewhere, probably to a family event.
We both gave one another the kind of bemused, confused looks that you give when you're about to say, 'That party I was at last night was the STRANGEST experience I've ever had.' She opened her mouth, no doubt to regale me with the wacky adventures and shenanigans she'd got up to. I interrupted her.
'Yeah, but did yours involve Darth Vader and whipped cream?'
Sometimes, I really, really, really don't want to know.
I met my sister in the street in the early hours of the Sydney morning. We had obviously both been at parties, and were about to meet up to travel elsewhere, probably to a family event.
We both gave one another the kind of bemused, confused looks that you give when you're about to say, 'That party I was at last night was the STRANGEST experience I've ever had.' She opened her mouth, no doubt to regale me with the wacky adventures and shenanigans she'd got up to. I interrupted her.
'Yeah, but did yours involve Darth Vader and whipped cream?'
Sometimes, I really, really, really don't want to know.
