This morning I dreamed that I was in Australia with my mother and my sisters Heather and Ashleigh. It was pretty awesome because we stepped into a building through a window, but gravity was perpendicular inside the building so you had to step in and then kind of lean sideways and then stand up on the wall. That was the most awesome part of the dream and I probably should’ve saved it for last, but there you go.
I noticed two things in particular about the Australians while I was there. The first was that hardly anybody had an accent. I don’t remember being particularly surprised by this. I think I likened it to all the people who say they’re from the south who lack an awesome accent and then just ignored it.
The other thing was how incredibly RUDE Australians are. I got two drinks from drinking fountains and MAYBE I took a bit longer to get a drink than I should have (I was thirsty guys) but that doesn’t give a person the right to just push me out of the way. Which, I might, and in fact will, add, is what the Australians did to me. Classy.
Also, Ashleigh had her dress on inside out. It was pretty obvious because the collar was all backwards and had fabric that should’ve been hidden sticking out all over the place. Also, there were little pins all throughout the dress holding it together. See, if she’d put it on right they would’ve been invisible. I guess she might have been skewered by ’em and maybe that is why she didn’t put it on inside in.