The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed Colin Firth came to my house because he was stuck in our town waiting for a bus or something, so he ended up at our house for like three hours. I got irate because he wouldn't... color with me? Or maybe cut out paper dolls with me? And he only spoke in the style of Victorian England... like in Pride and Prejudice. He'd be like, "That sort of activity is not conducive to the proper habits of one of my status."

I kept thinking, "Man, I need to like... keep him here until Sarah L. gets here so she can meet him." (Like she would be at my house any time soon...) I think at one point I tied his scarf to a doorknob, too, though, I can't remember why. I think I was trying to make sure he stayed attached to our door so he couldn't leave to catch his bus.

Then I wandered into my living room, that sideplot over with. (I think CF left, despite my efforts.) Lidz was on my computer, except she wouldn't look at me, and she was really tiny. I asked Mom what she was doing there, and Mom was like, "I dunno, she's just kinda there." So I tried talking to her but she was really angry. Mom wanted me to ask her if there were any teens around to comfort her (?!) but then Lidz was gone and when I tried to type it into the computer to ask her, she reacted violently and angrily to the words "mom", "teens", and "comfort". I turned to Mom and was like, "She has issues with those words. Deep issues."

Labels: colin firth, lidz, mom, sarah l