Hippy, Apollo (neither of whom have I met or had much interaction with on here, though it was a pleasure to meet you in my dream gents) and I are at a marquee party, maybe a wedding or something. Hippy is tall and dashing and dressed in a blazer and straw boater combo. He is a genial toff. (I am led to believe that this is an incorrect approximation of Hippy) Apollo is tall and distant, I am unable to describe him.
Hippy has discovered a jar of Marmite but does not recognise it, he's about to to whap a loaded spoonful into his mouth thinking it's chocolate spread. He does so against my recommendation and then goes on the rampage, scattering mid-afternoon wedding disco-ers asunder.
Mayhem ensues. Apollo makes his exit gracefully, distancing himself from the now rabidly foaming Hippy.
Then I woke up.
The dreamscription of Apollo is accurate (minus the 'distant' bit), that of hippy not so much. :)
The dreamscription of Apollo is accurate (minus the 'distant' bit), that of hippy not so much. :)