I had this dream that I was Nancy Drew, but I accidentally turned my boyfriend into a cat. So I hid him in my mom’s closet. He never turned back into a person; there was absolutely no resolution to this dream.
I’d rescued these kittens, and I was trying to give them a good home.
However, every person that came to me, interested in adopting a kitten, was a celebrity from the UK that I was fond of. Tom Felton, Stephen Fry, David Tennant, Emma Watson, and even some youtubers, all lined to come talk to me. You see, it was almost an amazingly excellent dream, but every time I spoke to these people whom I very much admired…
I couldn’t stop talking in a really, indescribably awful British accent. I tried to make myself stop. I thought “Annie, you’re from Arkansas. They know you aren’t British! You sound dumb! Stop!” but I couldn’t!They’d give me these awful, confused looks. I would try to tone it down and talk like I normally do, but it was impossible.
The best I could do was add y’all to the ends of some sentences.
They all left, and none of them adopted kittens.
I woke up very embarrassed and discouraged, yet slightly amused.
Last night’s dreams consisted of:
They were pleasant enough, but there wasn’t a theme or plot. It was over all very boring. I woke up disappointed with myself.
Is to go to college, find a nice boy, and read Harry Potter to our children.
I want to live in a house like this
In a place like this
With a ridiculous, beautiful family like this
I just want to be a Weasley
