The Librarian Obviously Hates Me. That HURTS.

Maybe being in Singapore is fuel to my weird-dreams fire because guuuurrlllll, there have been so many since I've been here. I haven't blogged about them because...OK, honestly, I don't remember them. But I know they were weird and I know there were many. But I wrote this one down, so:

WEIRD DREAM POST!

I'm in a library! Books, books and more books! Like the one in Beauty and The Beast! WOOHOOOOO! But what am I there for?

....a comic book. A Japanese comic book. Specifically, no.2 of the series. Don't ask me what it's called; apparently only "dream-me" can read Japanese.

So I'm haunting the shelves, looking for this comic. I finally find the shelf it's supposed to be on, but I'm scanning, scanning, scanning...and no.2 isn't there. WELL, DAMMIT. But then I take a closer look at the shelf, and I see something peeking out from behind the row of comic books- like you know how sometimes at a bookstore, you find a book you like and there's only one copy but you can't afford to buy it yet so you try your best to hide it so only you can find it when you can afford it? (I sincerely hope I'm not the only one who does this.)

Yeah. Like that. Only at a library. And someone hid stacks and stacks of books behind this particular row of comics. So there I am, pulling them off the shelf so I can get a better look at the hidden books, when all of a sudden a shadow looms over me. I look up and

Professor McGonagall (...from Harry Potter...although if you don't know who that is...*sigh*...) is staring down at me. Tall pointy hat and everything. Which would've been awesome if I wasn't so scared. I feel I owe her an explanation, because I am suddenly aware that she happens to be the librarian...so:

"Uh....*nervous giggle*..I'm just...looking for no.2...doesn't seem to... *cough*...be...here. Do you....maybe...know...where it is? Maybe? Possibly?...Help?"

and she looks down at me and says: ".....fuck off."

Which, again. Would've been kinda awesome. If I wasn't so taken aback. Professor McGonagall is a freaking bitch.

But as she struts away and I'm cursing away under my breath, someone's laughing behind me, and I turn around, bitch-face ready, when I find myself face to face with Adam Scott. If you don't know the name, IMDB it- I'm sure you'll know the face.

Aaaaanyway. There he was. Mr. Rooks, haha. And I'm not even sure if he was a teacher, a student, some random guy who hangs out at libraries....but it's Adam Scott. It doesn't even matter. So of course we magically end up in my room.

Pshhh, yeah you WISH something happened (*cough* as do I.) But nothing did. We hung out on my bed (WHICH WAS ROUND, BY THE WAY, WTF), and a discussion about "pearl underwear" came up (I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS), and suddenly

we hear the front door slam shut and I look at Adam and say: "Dad's home."

He gives me a look of panic and he jumps up and starts babbling away about how he has to get the hell outta here when my bedroom door flies inside the room after being kicked open by

Hulk Hogan.

And Mr. Hogan comes in (roaring. Actually roaring.) and makes his way to Adam, picks him up by the collar.....

THE END.

I know right?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AFTER THAT?!

AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH.