These Dreams
Jan. 13th, 2018 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessI had a long involved dream this morning. Mom, Dad and I were in England with my brother (I think my SiL was there but if she was, she was silent). We were going to go on a touristy carriage ride. It was winter (why we picked Winter to go I have no idea). The young man who was going to be our driver/tour guide was cute. He took us in this tiny carriage to the store front and he invited us in to sit down and wait for the ride. He warned us he had some pets in the room
Instead of a store front, he led us into a Georgian house. The front room had a black and pinkish baby pig who ran up to see us and there were some dogs and cats but what I was fascinated by was on the ugly beige carpet were a couple of hedgehogs. I sat down with them and they were happy to let me play with them.
the further into the house we went the more hedgehogs I found. Mom almost stepped on some. The house was poorly lit, like little had changed in it since the 1750s and it wasa little dirty and he was hoarderish, books, VHS tapes, collectibles (i.e. it was my place). Some of the wallpaper was tiny roses and looked like it could have dated to 1820. We went through at least three rooms before we were back outside (me with a half dozen hedgehogs in my pockets) only to find out the big carriage (which looked like a double decker glass sided funeral carriage complete with black draft horses with feathered plumes on their heads) was filled with people. Dad was furious with me taking so much time with the hedgehogs and now we'd be packed in like sardines.
I was mad that the private tour wasn't until the guide said that wasn't our carriage. But it our ride never came to be. I woke up. Later in the day, I found an article on a little hedgehog photo shoot on a friend's FB page.
Instead of a store front, he led us into a Georgian house. The front room had a black and pinkish baby pig who ran up to see us and there were some dogs and cats but what I was fascinated by was on the ugly beige carpet were a couple of hedgehogs. I sat down with them and they were happy to let me play with them.
the further into the house we went the more hedgehogs I found. Mom almost stepped on some. The house was poorly lit, like little had changed in it since the 1750s and it wasa little dirty and he was hoarderish, books, VHS tapes, collectibles (i.e. it was my place). Some of the wallpaper was tiny roses and looked like it could have dated to 1820. We went through at least three rooms before we were back outside (me with a half dozen hedgehogs in my pockets) only to find out the big carriage (which looked like a double decker glass sided funeral carriage complete with black draft horses with feathered plumes on their heads) was filled with people. Dad was furious with me taking so much time with the hedgehogs and now we'd be packed in like sardines.
I was mad that the private tour wasn't until the guide said that wasn't our carriage. But it our ride never came to be. I woke up. Later in the day, I found an article on a little hedgehog photo shoot on a friend's FB page.
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