Then I dreamed I was in Camden and ran into giolla; this is starting to get irritating in an amusing sort of way, because it marks the fifth similar dream I've had involving him - dreams in which all that happens is we meet and I bounce at him and we talk and we hug and it's all *fine*, which is roughly how I think things will go when I do meet up with him again.
Anyway, in my dream I told him he had to see what I'd worn at B-Movie (which he does, as I think he'd like it) and he responded with some line about not even being on my Friends list, and I explained about that for the eighteenth time and as I explained, I thought "this is really silly, isn't it?" and told him I'd put him back on when I got home.
Which is a bit like a huge bat with "HELLO, MESSAGE FROM YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS" being whacked around my head several times, frankly. ~g~ Thus, ~click~ ~type~ ~click~.
Oh, and he was in Camden shopping for brightly coloured balls of string for a deprived kids' party. Of course. ~shakes head~
Then it all went back to Harry Potter, I beat up some horrible Slytherin child for what he said about some of my friends, and then we stole (Angband) potions off Professor Snape and found that if we ran in x direction, he couldn't catch us. And we were late to the RPG and still not sorted, but we knew if we ran *fast* enough through the school (which, yes, was Roedean) we'd reach Ravenclaw. Where we'd be sorted into robinbloke's house with emomisy and his identical twin sister.