Last night I dreamt that I was a... character in the third Stardust film (There was only one) -- and that I fell from the sky and smashed into these washing lines hanging between two buildings. Shaun (...Yeah, The one from
Zu) was in the window of one of the rooms above me, and though I could hardly move he started tightrope walking on the rope above me and we talked. He was afraid of being captured by the... guards, though.
Shaun revealed to me that over the duration of the second Stardust film, the people took a rocket to space, and I was this kooky cloud thing that was brought along to keep this short dancing girl in a pointy purple witch hat form falling off the side of the rocket as we flew through a cosmos quite high on LSD (all colours and swirls).
He got me down, and I spent a while recouperating, and then started stiffly hobbling around like House MD. Then Shaun revealed to me his secret identity as
Charlieissocoollike -- who nightlight as a Burmese orphan (Check out the wine gum one). I got upset about so uncoollike I am compared to Chalie, and hobbled off to the rest of the party which suddenly appeared.
I started crying about how crippled and lost I am as the fireworks set off, and everybody from school was hanging around and I tried to avoid them.
At this point an all too real teenager pulled off my duvet and reality begun again. Ho-hum.