dreams

I had a weird dream last night. I was going to be married to an old General, but half an hour before the wedding I couldn't find my bridal dress, and then I couldn't find the spangled tights (pantyhose, for you Americans, before you get any odd images) that I was going to wear. And the wedding was going to take place in the front room of the house, which had a wooden floor and stretched out impossibly far.

The only thing which I'm able to draw from that is that I'm currently nervous about being ready for important events, which doesn't seem too unreasonable.

I also note that I have given in to temptation and ordered Harry Potter 7 via Amazon, so it will be delivered the morning it's released. Er, don't expect me to be doing that much this morning. I have an addiction to knowing how stories finish.

Watched Doctor Who earlier this evening. Fun. Nothing exceptionally new, but a perfectly good first part to a two-part story. Certain elements are going against standard dogma for a particular alien race, but they actually make a plot point of this, which is enough to satisfy me.

(Besides, we all know that the Doctor will make sure things go wrong.)

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