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I had a dream this morning that Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann were kind of in modern times. Kind of, because they were dressed as in the movies and there were still elements of a few hundred years ago. Still, it included Elizabeth declaring that she didn't want to go to Specsavers and Captain Jack being very upset that he put Uncle Ben's Sweet and Sour sauce on his sausages, rather than Barbeque. He also entered the dream in true swashbuckling style, complete with swinging on ropes, and swords and I think he saved Will from...me. Or I was Will and being saved. Either way, I was upset when Evie decided to wake up an hour earlier than normal (the wrong sauce had just gone on the sausages and they had looked delicious! Very upsetting) because it was an awesomely fun dream and I would have liked it to go on for longer.

I am distressed by the TV that is on in the morning. Because, y'know, it includes the OC and Smallville and I'm discovering that I enjoy both of them. I shall counter this by watching Michael Clayton tonight, which I bought yesterday and am very much looking forward to watching because EEEE George Clooney! :D!