I had a strange dream last night with a lot of moving parts to it. It really ranged across a ton of subjects, but I can only remember a few details. I was in some sort of hunting lodge type place with a bunch of people, cozy around a fireplace having drinks. To my right was the Queen of England, and she was saying something about her father the King who had died in the year 499. I somehow knew she meant to say 1499, but still I called her out on it.
“You are telling me that you have been Queen since 1499? That is over 500 years. No way.” I said, with a fair amount of nonchalance.
“Of course not,” she said, “I became Queen much later, but my father did die at that time.”
Incredulous, I consulted with a couple of friends near me over a hot toddy. “She is either lying or crazy,” I said.
I don’t remember much else in the dream except some long house with a bunch of rooms where a group of us were staying. We were hanging out at one end and some middle aged, blond female benefactor kept calling me on the intercom from the other to ask me for help with something.
funny because you were in my dream last night! I started a new job and you were working there in some sort of sales type job. strange Dunder Mifflin kind of place.