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Oct. 27th, 2008 11:46 amYou know, my dreams are really getting weirder by the day. Night.
Last night involved the sacred ball of yarn that had defeated Voldemort, hidden away by Prince Zuko in his ongoing territory war/courtship with Queen Susan of Narnia. A secret stash of gold coins and a chalice came into it somewhere. Meanwhile, the government had passed a resolution that all British citizens had to be rounded up into camps before being redistributed into economically viable homes/jobs, and a gang of teens were making use of London's many secret passages to keep hidden from the Faceless Henchmen.
I'm... not even sure where to start pointing blame for that one.
Last night involved the sacred ball of yarn that had defeated Voldemort, hidden away by Prince Zuko in his ongoing territory war/courtship with Queen Susan of Narnia. A secret stash of gold coins and a chalice came into it somewhere. Meanwhile, the government had passed a resolution that all British citizens had to be rounded up into camps before being redistributed into economically viable homes/jobs, and a gang of teens were making use of London's many secret passages to keep hidden from the Faceless Henchmen.
I'm... not even sure where to start pointing blame for that one.
