England Dreamin’ On Such a Summer’s Day

All the grass is brown and the sky is gray.
I’ve been for a walk on a summer’s day.
I’d be nice and cool if I was in Great Britain;
I’d even have to wear a coat and a mitten.

All the grass is brown and the sky is gray.
I’ve been for a walk on a summer’s day.
If I didn’t tell ’em I could leave today;
England dreamin’ on such a summer’s day.
England dreamin’ on such a summer’s day.
England dreamin’ on such a summer’s day.

So a couple of weeks ago I had this dream that I was in England, London to be exact. It might have to due with the fact that I was re-watching Sherlock that night, but he funnily wasn’t in my dream.

Anyways, I am digressing from the dream and need to get back on track.

So in my dream I was visiting or there for a job, it wasn’t quite clear (you know how dreams are) and I just kept going on and on about how awesome the weather is.

And everyone was asking me what I was talking about as the weather was hot to them. I pointed out that it was in the ’70s and there was a chance of rain, the complete opposite of how hot is has been in California lately. And I’m not kidding it has been crazy hot.

The last few days (before my dream) it had been 102-104 degrees fahrenheit. It was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk (By the way, never ever do that. My friend and I did it once and it was impossible to scrape off.)

A five minute walk from my car in the parking lot to staff entrance left me feeling as if I was melting into a puddle.

I went to an outdoor wedding, I don’t know why they did that as it was crazy, and felt like I lost ten pounds due to sweat. I’m not kidding, I almost slipped out of my seat.

So it makes sense that my subconcious really wants to go to someplace cool, where I can wear coats, sweaters, and mittens.

In fact I keep wishing it to be October (the start of rain) .

The dream went on to be a bit boring. I was dog sitting a giant great dane named, Whittaker.

There was also this part where I wasn’t using the car to see the sights, and the people I was visiting/renting from were worried about me, thinking something was wrong. In reality, I was afraid to drive as everything is backwards. I was so sure I would drive like Booth in  the Bones episode when they go to England, and horribly crash.

When I woke up I was sad to discover I wasn’t in nice, cool England; but hot sweaty California.

For more of my dreams, go to Krueger Town

For more on England, go to By Boat, By Train, By Foot, By Plane

For more on California, go to Let Them Fight: Godzilla (2014)

For more on Bones, go to Present Versus Past

Krueger Town

So last night Freddy paid a visit in my dreams.

For the select few who may not recognize the name Freddy Kreugar, he is the evil villain from Wes Craven’s Nightmare on Elm Street. I reviewed the movie for Horrorfest and you can read it here. It was strange that he popped up as I haven’t seen the movie in ages, and it wasn’t a film I really cared for. Maybe that’s why he came into my dreams, he didn’t like what I said and was trying to exact his revenge.

EW!

I really had to try and outsmart this killer, as I was the only one who could  stop him.. Anyways, like in the film Freddy was harassing me trying to kill me, but oh what he didn’t  know is that I am a horror film junkie. (Check out Horrorfest and you will see for yourself) I know how to play the game, I know Randy’s rules, I am a force to be reckoned with. I am Michael Corleone.

Don’t mess with me!

The entire premise was Freddy trying to chase me and kill me, but I got him first. He tried to grab me and cut me with his wolverine claws, but I grabbed a frying pan that was nearby and deflected him at every turn.

During the day I was able to find his claws and burned them Winchester style, saving the day.  Or at least I thought so, I woke up before I the dream actually ended. But hey, Freddy hasn’t been back since, must have done something right.

The creepiest part of the dream, other than I “lived” the movie and Freddy actually visited my dreams (that’s a mindbender) is that I acted out the telephone scene. Man, I hate that scene, its so gross! Ew, it sends shivers down my spine.

I’m your boyfriend now Nancy!

The sad thing was no cute Johnny Depp boyfriend. Or any cute boyfriend. 😦  Alas, that’s life.

I get nothing!

For more of my dreams, go to Mr. Darcy: Man of Dreams

For more Nightmare on Elm Street, go to Whatever You Do Don’t Fall Asleep: A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)