The others being our love of goodness and desire to snog one another. I can see it in his eyes on my Harry Potter calendar.I had a series of unpleasant dreams about you-know-who (hint: it's not Voldemort) that were vaguely horror-film-esque. I wasn't so terrified, as much as I would wake up and have to remind myself that I don't live in Kansas or whatever and there are no children of the corn or anything. It began with me in a house that apparently doubled as a commercial bakery that I lived in with an interesting assortment of people including Mark Ruffalo (who I don't even like!) and Eric Idle. There were others, but I can't remember or do not recognize them. They all left me alone and I was eating some delicious cookies and muffins when Robert came in. I think he had a gun. I just sat still on the couch while he searched the other rooms, too afraid to move to escape or get help because he would find me faster. Finally, when I heard some of the others return I feebly screamed for help just as he was coming near me but before he could do anything my housemates saved me. That was the most cohesive, but I had sporadic dreams in fitful bouts of sleep in which Robert was somehow stalking me.
I had another dream that was just weird. I was in the Disney Store with my two little brothers, who were Shane, who was about 12 and pretty fat, and Daniel at age 4 or 5. I think we lived in some sort of New York type place because we had an extensive subway system as well as burroughs. Daniel had found a puzzle he wanted to give to his friend so I had to ask directions because we were new to the area. Then a pre-plasti
c surgery Kathy Griffin introduced herself to me. At this point, I lost Daniel. I began to look at all the great Disney stuff which of course had no Belle at all. There were teapots and lamps that I remember specifically. Then I was called away by the family I was with, although I didn't get the feeling that they were my parents. I'm pretty sure one of them was Mrs. Rowland. Crazy.
c surgery Kathy Griffin introduced herself to me. At this point, I lost Daniel. I began to look at all the great Disney stuff which of course had no Belle at all. There were teapots and lamps that I remember specifically. Then I was called away by the family I was with, although I didn't get the feeling that they were my parents. I'm pretty sure one of them was Mrs. Rowland. Crazy. 
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