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I just woke up from the weirdest dream in which a bunch of you (my friends list) magically became British, and were randomly in my university, and I was back in London and some of you were involved in this very intense group of hip-hop basketball players (?) and we were having some sort of clandestine meeting in a huge indoor uni gym.
I have no idea. To clarify, I really never remember dreams and I'm typing this up groggily as I wake up, because in twenty minutes the dream will be gone.
I think the meeting might have been led by Mr. Schuester from Glee. But I'm not sure at this point. Weird.
Anyway, that wasn't why I was posting.
Last night, a bunch of friends were going to go out to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Runs Around (or whatever it's called) but I managed to somehow convince everyone that it would be a much better idea to see X-Men: First Class.
( Best decision ever. (A few spoilers, lots of squee.) )
I have no idea. To clarify, I really never remember dreams and I'm typing this up groggily as I wake up, because in twenty minutes the dream will be gone.
I think the meeting might have been led by Mr. Schuester from Glee. But I'm not sure at this point. Weird.
Anyway, that wasn't why I was posting.
Last night, a bunch of friends were going to go out to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Runs Around (or whatever it's called) but I managed to somehow convince everyone that it would be a much better idea to see X-Men: First Class.
( Best decision ever. (A few spoilers, lots of squee.) )
