Angus Abranson (angusabranson) wrote,
Angus Abranson
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I've Met My Perfect Wife...

...sadly only in a dream though.

It was a really weird one too.

I was searching for this really old book and a friend of mine told me of this market somewhere in London that 'had everything'. So he took me down there one weekend and it was in this massive old Victorian building (possibly an asylum by the looks of it - but with a lot of big open rooms in). The first room we enetered had the floor covered with mashed ice and dozens of stalls selling all kinds of fish and crustaceans - many of which I didn't recognise (and I doubt were from this planet/plane).

We wandered through the halls, with me trying not to be amazed at all the weird and wonderful things on offer, until we got to a large book stall near one corner. An elderly gentlemen and his daughter were running. My friend went to speak to the older guy as I was left to rummage through the titles. His daughter (in her 20's) came and asked if I needed any help and we started talking and just seemed to really click. She was a teacher during the week and her father owned a number of businesses - including a horse farm in West London.

To cut a long story short - I got the book I wanted, we ended up seeing each other again and found that we really DID get along very well and decided that we'd try and give life a shot, and then these weird giant skeletal things tore a portal in reality and invaded Earth with me and my book being two of only a handful of things that could hold them back.

I enjoy my dreams but sometimes wonder why they can't just be fairly simple Boy Meets Girl type affairs...
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