...keep getting weirder and weirder.
Last night, I had a dream about Lily Evans and her mum.
For some reason, my mind made Mrs. Evans a Lebanese lady who moved from Lebanon at nine years old, so she was raised speaking at least two languages.
And then the Lily Evans part comes in. I dreamt that she managed to get a radio that works around magic and that during her fifth, a Christmas ball was arranged and that on the afternoon of the day of the ball, she and Marlene McKinnon were sitting cross-legged on Lily's bed near the window and that Lily had her radio nearby and was playing some songs by Fairouz (a lebanese singer who's eighty-something these days) because everyone loved it even thought they couldn't understand the lyrics.
They were doing each other's makeup and Marlene was wearing a dusty pink liquid lipstick (did they exist at the time?) while Lily was wearing a dark red lip gloss.
As I said once somewhere, I pity the soul that finds a way to get into my mind.
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The Book of Rants || Random
RandomMy mind is all over the place. In fact, it's been to places that don't exist. (Technically, they DO exist, since they exist in my mind, right?) Also includes randomness (Warning: may include swearing.)
