28/11/10

I had quite the oddest dream I have ever had last night. It involved meeting my parents in London. For some bizarre reason they had both come down and we all met unexpectedly on the driveway of Kensington palace. The oddest thing – my parents were not only civil to one another (considering the incredibly messy divorce they can barely speak civilly to one another in RL unless it’s something /really/ important like my graduation ceremony was – only they were acting like best friends and young lovers. They hugged and it wasn’t just any old hug, it was mum under dads arm, her head on his chest, and her arms wound round his waist with dads arm clutching her at waist and shoulder. And they stood like that for some time. We seemed to be waiting for prince Harry to come down the drive of Kensington palace as if he knew us, and then we decide to have a look around like tourists – and there are cows and bulls wandering around another track that led into the park next to Kensington palace (which all of a sudden was wooded. I have yet to tell either parent about this one. I dread to think what their reactions would be!