Another one of those dreams

Before you even read this, make sure that you KNOW that I don’t fancy Colin. That’s important. He’s ace, don’t get me wrong, but I do NOT know why he constantly pops up in my dreams. I think he might have an apartment there.

I am not sure how this dream started off, but I remember that Colin, me and a few others (I can’t remember who) were at The White Hart (duh) and we were in some kind of booth that doesn’t excist there at all, because it kind of looked like a living room in a pub. It had a table and a couch, kind of.  That’s not important. Anyway, we were drinking and stuff, and I think we were planning Anna’s birthday (it was in December, but that doesn’t matter), because we were supposed to celebrate that the next day with the rest of the HTE people. We had some kind of a cake on the table, which looked something like…

Colin and I were making fun of each other all the time, and his hair was a bit longer [not shoulder length, you dumbass]. Suddenly he starts kissing me [this is awkward] and we’re like… on the couch, making out… for ages. And then we stop, and he suddenly puts his hand in the cake and grabs a handful of cake and splashes it in my forehead and just… smears it out. He starts running and I put my hand in the cake and run after him and smear it out on his cheek, and he’s laughing his ass off, and makes his way back to the table, where he sits down. When I get there he has something in his hand, and he opens it and he has three blue pills. I grab two of them and swallow them and leave the last one for him. I got worried about him since he’s not on drugs, so I was walking around, affected by some blue pills, thinking about that. And then the pub is closing down, but the landlord gives us the keys and tells us to clean up when we leave.

A bit later Colin is all depressed, so I grab his hand and drag him downstairs [there is no downstairs in the pub, but okay] and open some door, and it’s my sisters’ old room. He lies down on the bed and so do I, and he looks at me and goes “We can’t do that again, you know.” and I am all like “I know that, you’re getting married.” And then some people are trying to get in, so I lock all the 5 doors [emergency exits and everything] and we’re laughing like whoa.

We make our way back to my house [the one I used to live in before Christmas] and before I know it I’m passed out on my own bed. I wake up early in the morning to go to the toilet, and a guy, Jens, from college walks past me [weird, haven't seen him for 2 years] and we say hi. I go upstairs and I look into Colin’s room and there’s a bunch of people there, I think they were his cousins and brothers. I go to the toilet and some guy walks in and he’s norwegian, so I talk to him for a bit before going back downstairs.

Then suddenly I’m at some ball, wearing a prom dress, and there are a lot of people there all dressed up. Colin is there, too, but I don’t talk to him. I tell two of my friends what happened and they are like “what?! you made out with Colin?? He’s getting married!”[having said that, 'White Wedding Day' is on the radio as I'm writing this]

Yeah, I don’t know.