Helena

Don't you hate it when you're interrupted mid-dream by a phone call?

I guess it serves me right for keeping my phone right next to my bed, and for sleeping in until the *unmentionable* hour of *gasp* 8:30, when Wooldridges opens and decides to call me about doing my timesheet!

I was in the middle of a dream where I was right inside the story of A Midsummer Night's Dream (a modern adaptation I suppose, since my unconscious mind sadly didn't click into iambic pentameter) and I was Helena, but I was in love with (Ly)Sander, who was in love with - get this - Penny! For some reason in my dream adaptation the writers had decided to call Hermia 'Penny', while keeping the other names the same or similar to the original.

Anyway, I was at the beach near a field of daisies and a washed up shipwreck. I was talking to someone else, probably Demetrius (although his name wasn't mentioned) but instead of loving Penny as well, he loved me, but of course I loved Sander! Nothing else really happened because my phone rang, but it was interesting all the same.

A dream about the Dream.