Best dreams last night. ahaha. its been a while. I keep having nightmares lately. But not tonight!

Firstly, I was going to the Harry Potter DH finale movie. And for it, there were booths out the front of the cinema where you could buy shirts/vests/scarves/pants and robes, of the Hogwarts house of your choice, to watch the movie in. … … why wasn’t that an option? I want that.

Whilst I was looking for a bathroom to get changed into my Gryffindor outfit, I got a bit lost and ended up outside in a park. Where I bumped into … Andrew Garfield? … (I watched the new Spiderman trailer yesterday), So anyway. I literally bumped into him, apologised, didnt recognise him immediately, then walked off. But then a few seconds later, he’s following after me and is talking to me. “I know I don’t know you, but could you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to my little cousin through this voicemail message?” … “uh, sure”. So i’m singing it, horrendously badly on purpose, like usual, and then I realise who he is. I finish singing, and he goes, “I’m Andrew, what’s your name?” “Yeah. Shit. I only just realised why I recognised you. I’m Clare.” … So then I remember I have to get back to the cinema and say I have to go do that. “Would you like company?” he bursts. Uh. sure? So then suddenly he and I are roaming around a shopping centre for an hour or so, hanging out. Which was awesome. Cause he was awesome. Eventually I figured I should go home. So I was saying my goodbyes ans thanks for hangs, and he decides to give me a lift home in his personal limo. Ahaha. COOL. Okay. So we do that. Then we pull up outside my house. Saying goodbye for realz. I’m getting up, and he just dives in and friggin snogs me. ahahaha. okay. I retreat. “uhm. arent you and emma stone…?” “well yeah. but i’m free game out of the US.” lol okay. So anyway, I write my email address down his arm. And tell him to say hi every now and then. Anyway. I leave and go to bed.

Next morning I wake up and it’s time for rugby. … ok. We have our …rugby match on … the tennis court. ok. Afterwards, we’re trying to leave, and the entrances in/out of the courts are all tiny, forsome reason, except for a big one at the back. Which is a huge detour. Anyway. We do that. And get to the car. “Damnit. I left my keys on my chair on the court” … ugh. MOTHER. So I wait near the tiny entrances of the courts. And Dylan Moran is standing there. With a goofy smile. So I laugh, and he sees me laughing at him. Then we begin chatting. And we are hilarious, so, slowly, people started to gather around us, to listen to our banter. Then we make a joke about … a blacks book reference that isnt actually in BB. Something like, “and thats why you bring your IT repairs to a ruddy bookshop.” and people cackled wildly at the “reference”. But some other guy comes iver and is all “ooh. whatd i miss?” So some older guy, clearly a ‘jokey’ dad, the unfunny kind, spends about threetimes longer telling Dylan’s joke. At which point he and I leave to discuss “we should make a tv show because we are funny”. And then I woke up. THE END.