At first Til Schweiger told me that he wanted to marry me, because his wife had fallen in love with Wayne Carpendale. I agreed (why, I do not know), and we talked about marriage. I said 'There may be many golden balls rolling around, but most of them are just painted, after all they're plastic. If you take a second glance at your yellowed ball, most of the time it just needs to be polished to retrieve its old sheen.'
Then suddenly he turned into Matt Lucas, from Little Britain, who is actually gay, and we walked along the Salzach (THE river in Salzburg.) by night. We even took a Ferris wheel-ride.
In the next dream, I told Alexander Sternberg, a guy from a German telenovela, about the whole story and he just laughed and opened the door. Guess who came in? Til Schweiger, his whole family and Santa Claus.
They were giving away presents, eating and stuff and I just stood there and wanted to say goodbye.
After doing so, I woke up.
I didn't think much about this dream until you mentioned Santa Claus. I mean, it would be understandable at Christmas, but...
ReplyDeleteStill, I'd be much more likely to dream about Father Christmas, since he's the guy who delivers presents in this country.
Actually I should dream about the Christkind, which is the present distributor here. (Being REALLY diligent, I should actually dream about my mum and my grandma, I think I can safely say that I've figured that out after 14 years now!)
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm maybe weird, but this one made me question my sanity <.<