Last night I had a dream that I was going to buy one of those MINT houses you can see across from fitsys. It was a 4 story victorian period house, and an asian real estate agent whos name was Kim was showing me around. He kept on trying to pressure me to buy he book on how to be the best real estate agent ever, and leaving it in opportune places for me to find. He then told me that If i bought the house it would come with a free costumized rococo chair - so naturally I asked for mad peacocks and butterflies dancing with each other - but he offered me a mural of a dozen cantonese travelers being given what looked like random stuff out of a bag by Kim, while waiting at customs at the airport - ‘they took only what they need’.
(COMPLETE SUB-PLOT TO THE DREAM) Involving the nephew of a rich-man in the 1800s hanging out in the library with had thousands of archived movie fencing scenes on different types of inter-active grease paper? shit that was from thousands of years ago in basic shapes - and then scenes from avatar and harry potter and stuff. what. The nephew wanted to be sound to ‘the help’, coz he fell in love with one of them (she may have been a young barbara streisand) and he brought her to visit his mother (who was the queen somehow, she was queenly) - and after he slashed her and all her council in the faces with a fencing knife, they just reformed? and then the queen was like - ya its grand you can marry her, and the girl when to shake the queens hand and then the queen was like ‘no thats for peasants’ so they had this really awkward hand holding moment, and everyone in the room was looking around them coz it was soo awks.