||[Feb. 15th, 2005|10:46 pm]
Last night I dreamed that I was helping someone look for a magical ring. We were searching high and low through a dark, rainy, Tim Burton-y version of Manhattan.|
Thing is, it was my ring, and I had it already. Letting this other person have it would have been utterly disastrous for some reason. The only sure way to keep him from getting his hands on it, was to go with him and pretend to help him look for it.
He seemed suspicious of me, though, so I had to keep it palmed, or keep hiding it in places where he wouldn't look, and then distracting him and snatching it when he got too close.
It was an odd situation to be in.