Setsuled's Journal

I dreamt last night that a girl I used to know named Jennifer Polinsky was arrested for something or other, and sentenced to solitary confinement in an old rusty Buick in someone's garage.

I came by to visit her one day and she said a lot of very silly things to me that I don't remember. Some guy was calling her from the kitchen.

The night before, I dreamt that I met Hugo Weaving and that I kept calling him Elrond, until finally I sportingly smiled and said, "No worries. I know your name is really Peter--er, I mean Hugo!"

I felt really, really embarrassed.