Dream on May 11

My sister said I get interesting dreams. And I do.

My dream last night is incongruous. 

At first there was this small apartment, which was so small that only a few mattresses fit in it, and that’s it. There was talk about a royal marraige of some sort, between a guy and a boyish looking girl. After that there was a long drive in a limousine/ carraige, where Nicole Kidman, supposedly the Queen Mother, and the prince, to their castle, which was quite hidden, there was a lot of turns along mountanous paths. When they arrived at a Marie Antoinette-ish castle, the princess is there with her two daughters. She was training one of her daughters, about 7 years old, to become a prince, because she doesn’t have any sons. The little girl protested in having to pretend to be a boy and left. 

After that, the dream was still set in the castle, but suddenly it became my home, and a lot of my high school friends were there. We were supposed to be doing a science project that involves recycling, where we had different advisers, whom required different things from us. Anthea was asking me who my adviser was, because another adviser, Ms Casuga even required her students to go to a field trip. I said that mine didn’t think much of the project. Then Ms Chiaco asked me to finish her students project, and I did. I remember going into the house to check on other people, in particular, Kenneth, from college, who said he killed the chickens that we apparently had, and I was like, okay. And then, I was eating a walnut or something and went out to check on the other people outside. There were my high school friends and classmates, and they were taking pictures, and we plan to pair up Tope and Joma in the photo, so we subtlely told our other friends to move away from the shot, but Joma suspected. She insisted that she don’t want to. And I insisted that they should, and since it was my house, they should listen to me, and then  she retorted something like, so what if it’s my house. I didn’t say anything after that.