Ok. So...I had a dream last night that I was wandering around the Buckingham Palace Gardens when I saw the Queen walking around with a friend of hers (Im assuming...dreamworld friends.) I, quickly, got out my phone, hoping to get a picture of her. I was fumbling with my phone, as well as trying to inconspicuously approach them without startling them or being creepy. The entire time, they gave no notice of me as they walked towards the Palace, preparing to go in. The Queen knocked on a huge castle-like door (a secret knock?) and it started to open really fast. (I also, somehow knew, it was going to close really fast...dreamworld intuition). Her friend went in first, the Queen quickly followed...and at that moment, an inexplicable, overwhelming sadness came over me when I realized I wouldnt get a picture of her. Then, at the last second, as the Queen was entering the doorway... She stopped. Turned towards me. And smiled. I took the picture. The door slammed. And I woke up. Flash forward to me at work... Im in the middle of making a latte when it hits me like a freight train... The Queens smiling face, paired with the lyric to an (the only) Aaron Neville song I dont know much, but I know I love you. This song had been in my head all morning and I realized, at that moment, that it was because it had been the soundtrack in my dream. But only that line. And with the image of the Queens smiling face. ...In conclusion, this is just an example of the many reasons I start to uncontrollably laugh, seemingly losing it, out of nowhere. Theres always a backstory...but, even though I can explain it. I really...cant explain it.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 05:09:56 +0000
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