Barrow-Down Dreams

[the guy who be short]

Last night I dreamt that durelin annouced on her livejournal that the Vatican had declared independence. Dream-me got confused about who it had declared independence from, and decided it was Israel for some reason; in reality it was probably from the Church/Basilica. Which is only slightly less bizarre.

There is a backstory but I warn you, it doesn't involve BDs or Tolkien and is somewhat nonsensical. Here goes.

In some far off place, there was a powerful witch who was going around killing all the less important witches and wizards. She imprisoned one such withc in her castle. The ghosts of all the murdered witches and wizards came back one night and raided the castle in vengeance; about this time the castle, while retaining its looks, became the Vatican, and the witch locked up in irons became me. The ghosts took the Pope (probably the High Witch transformed; he looked nothing like the real Pope, and more like Lord Farquaad) and locked him up next to me.

Then the raid was over and afterwards somebody freed the Pope, but left me there. I was only freed later, and I don't really remember the rest. For some reason, though, all this lead to the Vatican declaring independence from the Pope.

This was inspired by an episode of the Fairly Oddparents.

And yes, I do have odd dreams. It's got to the point where I prefer dreaming to waking. In the past week alone, in the dream-world, I've explored Ancient Egyptian tombs, observed Iraq invading France and the subsequent effects on the British public transport system, and dreamt a few coherent stories with cool plots.