Barrow-Down Dreams

[Mnemosyne]

Finally got my first dream, and boy was it weird. Actually, weird because it was relatively normal... if that makes any sense whatsoever...

Somehow I was talking to Legate (online, I think), even though I have never done so in my life. Maybe I was griping about the state of affairs in the world or maybe just in America (I've been drenching myself in right-wing propaganda lately) and Legate explained that he was considering eventually immigrating to America and then began to explain, quite eloquently, how it was still a land of great opportunity in a rather touching modernized display of that old "melting pot" idea that made me so nostalgic I forgot about my complaints (a lot of Czechs settled the area I'm currently living in, so yeah).

And the first question I asked him in response was "So when will your blushing bride be coming over to join you?"

And then I began planning all of the 'Downer meetings that could take place as a result. *facepalm*



What this says about me: Apparently I am highly nationalistic and a shipper at heart?



So, Legate, I ask you: when will we Americans have the opportunity of attending your wedding? (pleasedontkillmepleasedontkillmepleasedontkillme)