I had this dream the other night, and just had to share it.
It begins with something happening, I'm not sure exactly what, I think it involved something breaking . . . anywhoo, something happened that cause Jay Leno, the host of the "Tonight Show" in the US if anyone doesn't know, to promise me anything I want.
I just happened to say that the thing I wanted most in the world was an autographed picture of Andy Serkis.
Suddenly I was transported back into my room, in the dream manner where everything seems normal. I started to clean my room (something equally strage and unnatural in itself) when a limo pulled up outside my house and Andy Serkis walked out.
I quickly ran down my steps and openned the door for him and his assisstant . . . don't know why there was an assistant but there was. Anywhoo, I tried to stay calm but after two seconds I started squealing like a Leggy-lover fan girl and ran and enveloped him in a suffocating hug.
I then preceeded to drag him up to my room to sign my big poster of Gollum (something that I do not have in real life, much to my dissappointment). He then signed it in a bright pink ink.
He then preceeded to take from his assisstant (who was extremely hansome for some reason also) a sheet of parchment portraying the ancient runes of England and France for his family name and the like . . . something I don't think really exist. I, being the history minded person that I am, was very intrigued and we settled down for a lesson in Ancient Runes.
We then went down to where my dad was, who became very interested in the Ancient Runes himself, which is really wierd because he has no interest in that type of thing (I am really the black sheep of the family
). Then, they start talking about Boy Scouts . . .
I then wake up thinking, that it couldn't have been a dream, everything was so real. I then check my poser of Gollum, left in the same place where it last was in the dream, and am disappointed to see no large pink signature.
If you will remember, I said that I don't own a poster of Gollum, which is true. This was just another part of my wierd of LOTR centered dream. I then woke up (for real this time) and was very disappointed in the fact that it all had been a dream. Why does my subconcious like to torment me so?