h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

People that know me formally seldom think I'm romantic, but I am. Foolishly romantic. It's just that I seldom have the opportunity to show it, single as I am. Isch.

But anyway, mix romantic feelings with a healthy dose of folklore and a "what-the-hell" attitude, and you have the reason why I slept with a lot of flowers under my pillow midsummernight. Yes, I did that, honestly. Stop laughing. Because it is said that if one sleeps with seven wildflowers picked the same day on midsummernight, you'll dream about your big Love, future husband, soul mate, whatever floats yer boat. So I actually tried, and do you want to know the outcome?

Well, of course not, but I'm telling anyway. First off, do you know how uncomfortable to sleep with a cloth containing flowers under your pillow? Really, it's quite annoying - I guess that's the rule because it makes you sleep really lousy and that makes you remember your dreams. So let's see, eh?

These are the people I remember dreaming about midsummernight: Tom Cruise, Carson Kressley from 'Queer eye for the straight guy', my Media teacher, Brad Pitt, and two guys from school (one of them I kinda have a crush on).

Man, appearantly I never dream about girls at all. And what a selection! So one of these are going to be my future great Love, eh? Well, I can't stand Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise (wow, two actors from 'Interview with a vampire' - this might be good...), having Carson Kressley as a soul mate might be a bit boring (but hey, I have a thing for gay guys). My media teacher is a really nice guy, but being close to fifty with kids is kinda a turnoff - sorry R. That leaves my two buds from school, one that annoys me and one I have a crush on *fingers crossed*

Now, we'll check back on this list in twenty years and see if my prophecy dream worked out. So if I have changed my name to Tilly Pitt or hangs round with a fashion mogule, I'll tell you