Had a rather strange dream last night, involving my father spontaneously inviting me to go to New Zealand with him. What ,was I gonna say no!?
Anyway, off we went to New Zealand (the flight/s seemed remarkably short). We landed somewhere in the middle of the desert, and I remarked to my father that I really needed some sunscreen, and, btw, didn't NZ have a lot of fugly spiders?
So we arrived at this little wooden gass-stationy place where I decided to buy a muffin (or something), along with a bowl of Cocoa Pops. The girl behind the counter noted (in Danish!) that I was very pale and probably needed some sunscreen, which she then gave to me.
I then went to sit with my dad who kept changing seats making me spill my Cocoa Pops everywhere as I tried to follow him.
Anyway, then there was this story about two cults, one of which believed that Christ would return as The Virgin Mary or something like that. I can't remember what the other cult believed. When the Truth was to be revealed, all the cultists where to climp this steep hill, one cult rubbing their thigh (or something), the other rubbing their chest.
And then there was something about me wanting to bang my cousin's ex-boyfriend and a Gollum-like kid that kept climbing fences.